Edited by Whitney Massey, Monday, 21 Aug 2017, 23:20
He's home.
I can relax now, I've been worried about him all day, pacing the rooms listening to the ticking of the clocks, wondering if this morning was the last time I'd see his face. I hear the gentle thud of his feet on the garden path; the rhythm is unmistakable, it has to be him, it has to be.
He's my world you see, nobody noticed me before he came along. He could've chosen a younger model, a sweeter face. On the day we met, we were drawn to each other like magnets; every alternative vanished, and he stood there, beaming down at me like only the one could.
I suppose I was mistaken about the footsteps. I seem to be doing that more and more lately; my hearing isn't what it used to be. I'm sure he'll be here soon, i'll get a bite to eat in the meantime.
He has this adorable way of making me lunch every day. - Oh this is delicious, how on earth does he make this? - The door.
Heart in my mouth with excitement, I head for the front door. It feels so far away now, but somehow I always manage to make it in time; he loves it when I jump on him the second he opens the door. Click. I lose my footing as I round the corner, bump my head on the door frame; nothing serious, i'll be fine. The front door opens. There he is; the biggest smile you could imagine. He bends his knees in the doorway and holds me tight.
It's the moment I wait for every day.
We go about our normal routine; he tells me about his day, we have dinner, I help him do some chores, and even if i just get in the way he doesn't seem to mind.
It's a beautiful night; I suggest we go for a walk, breathe in the crisp air, walk together down the garden path as we will in life.
He helps me into my coat. I'm adamant that i don't need one but he cares so much about me staying warm during winter that he makes a playful game out of forcing me into it. Click. Out onto the garden path. The fresh air fills my lungs; it feels almost as good as my welcome home hug. I can hardly contain my excitement, I want to run to everyone I see and tell them just how happy I am, but my legs are a little achy these days. I may not be as bouncy as I used to be but my heart grows bigger each day.
Home again. We settle down for the night, my head rested on his lap. I close my eyes but I am not sleeping, simply taking in every moment; holding it in my memory as tight as he holds me in the doorway.
My heart fills me with more warmth than the fire we sit by.
***
I always wake before he does. I head downstairs, have a quick drink of water and sit by the back door. I watch the blackbirds pecking at seed; they move so fast I almost hurt my neck trying to keep up. Creak. I hear his footsteps sing their rhythm on the floorboards above.
I wish he didn't have to go.
Here he is, smart suit and tie. Oh how I long for the weekends. He tells me about his plans for the day whilst he eats breakfast; I already ate mine, but he loves me enough to share a little of his with me too. Putting his breakfast bowl in the sink, I hear him sigh; it's the sound that tells me time is up for this morning, and that i'm not the only one who wished he could stay. I follow him to the door; last nights memory of our winter walk playing in my mind. He reminds me that he's made my lunch, so please don't eat everything else.
He's not a fan of long goodbyes, so he puts on his coat, gives me a kiss and leaves. As the door closes, I hear his gentle voice say see ya later boy. My eyes widen; it's confirmation that he will come back, that we will get another winter walk.
There'll be plenty of time to pace the rooms later. But for now i'll settle into my bed by the fire, tail wrapped around me, and let the ticking of the clocks send me to sleep. The fire warms me, my heart filled with the memories most don't deem memorable; an everyday walk, a breakfast shared, a welcome home hug. I'll dream of his face; beaming down at me like the day we met, and every day since.
I may be just a part of his life. But he is all of mine.
He's Home
He's home.
I can relax now, I've been worried about him all day, pacing the rooms listening to the ticking of the clocks, wondering if this morning was the last time I'd see his face. I hear the gentle thud of his feet on the garden path; the rhythm is unmistakable, it has to be him, it has to be.
He's my world you see, nobody noticed me before he came along. He could've chosen a younger model, a sweeter face. On the day we met, we were drawn to each other like magnets; every alternative vanished, and he stood there, beaming down at me like only the one could.
I suppose I was mistaken about the footsteps. I seem to be doing that more and more lately; my hearing isn't what it used to be. I'm sure he'll be here soon, i'll get a bite to eat in the meantime.
He has this adorable way of making me lunch every day. - Oh this is delicious, how on earth does he make this? - The door.
Heart in my mouth with excitement, I head for the front door. It feels so far away now, but somehow I always manage to make it in time; he loves it when I jump on him the second he opens the door. Click. I lose my footing as I round the corner, bump my head on the door frame; nothing serious, i'll be fine. The front door opens. There he is; the biggest smile you could imagine. He bends his knees in the doorway and holds me tight.
It's the moment I wait for every day.
We go about our normal routine; he tells me about his day, we have dinner, I help him do some chores, and even if i just get in the way he doesn't seem to mind.
It's a beautiful night; I suggest we go for a walk, breathe in the crisp air, walk together down the garden path as we will in life.
He helps me into my coat. I'm adamant that i don't need one but he cares so much about me staying warm during winter that he makes a playful game out of forcing me into it. Click. Out onto the garden path. The fresh air fills my lungs; it feels almost as good as my welcome home hug. I can hardly contain my excitement, I want to run to everyone I see and tell them just how happy I am, but my legs are a little achy these days. I may not be as bouncy as I used to be but my heart grows bigger each day.
Home again. We settle down for the night, my head rested on his lap. I close my eyes but I am not sleeping, simply taking in every moment; holding it in my memory as tight as he holds me in the doorway.
My heart fills me with more warmth than the fire we sit by.
***
I always wake before he does. I head downstairs, have a quick drink of water and sit by the back door. I watch the blackbirds pecking at seed; they move so fast I almost hurt my neck trying to keep up. Creak. I hear his footsteps sing their rhythm on the floorboards above.
I wish he didn't have to go.
Here he is, smart suit and tie. Oh how I long for the weekends. He tells me about his plans for the day whilst he eats breakfast; I already ate mine, but he loves me enough to share a little of his with me too. Putting his breakfast bowl in the sink, I hear him sigh; it's the sound that tells me time is up for this morning, and that i'm not the only one who wished he could stay. I follow him to the door; last nights memory of our winter walk playing in my mind. He reminds me that he's made my lunch, so please don't eat everything else.
He's not a fan of long goodbyes, so he puts on his coat, gives me a kiss and leaves. As the door closes, I hear his gentle voice say see ya later boy. My eyes widen; it's confirmation that he will come back, that we will get another winter walk.
There'll be plenty of time to pace the rooms later. But for now i'll settle into my bed by the fire, tail wrapped around me, and let the ticking of the clocks send me to sleep. The fire warms me, my heart filled with the memories most don't deem memorable; an everyday walk, a breakfast shared, a welcome home hug. I'll dream of his face; beaming down at me like the day we met, and every day since.
I may be just a part of his life. But he is all of mine.