by Deborah Marshall
The sound of your name tag jingling on your collar.The way you would get excited when I said the word snack.You greeting me when I came home.Getting woken up every morning by you licking my arm.Your sweet purrs.The funny little chirping noises you used to make.The way you would come running when I called you.Having you cuddle with me.The way you used to stare at me until I would look,some times I would pretend not to notice to see if you would stop staring,you never did,staring at me til I looked and then giving a little meow and blinking your eyes at me.Our little talks,you were quite the talker.The way you had to poke your nose in my bags on grocery day.The way you used to put you paw on my hand.How you could make me laugh.The way you loved me no matter what.The way you thought you were a puppy,fetching foil balls.How you drank water out of the bathtub.Waking up at night and feeling you curled up beside me.Having you lay on my paper when I was trying to read it.You begging me for a little bite of people food,you know I couldnt say no.The way you had me wrapped around your little paw.The way you liked to watch tv.Seeing you on your window seat.I guess I miss every thing about you.
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