Saturday, April 26, 2008
It's the little things
Watching the cat bounce and dance across the room.
Fascinated as the toy mouse gets tossed all about.
Her desperately trying to get into my water bottle because in her feline eyes my water is somehow cleaner, more fresh and colder than hers.
Pulling into the driveway and seeing her staring out the window waiting for me to come home.
The croak-like meows that beg for treats.
The quiet purrs that express her gratitude and comfort.
It's been almost a year - 10 months in fact. And her presence still brings me comfort and joy.
Barely making up for the loss of George.
Fascinated as the toy mouse gets tossed all about.
Her desperately trying to get into my water bottle because in her feline eyes my water is somehow cleaner, more fresh and colder than hers.
Pulling into the driveway and seeing her staring out the window waiting for me to come home.
The croak-like meows that beg for treats.
The quiet purrs that express her gratitude and comfort.
It's been almost a year - 10 months in fact. And her presence still brings me comfort and joy.
Barely making up for the loss of George.
Dragonfly 4/26/2008 04:52:00 PM