I Miss Coming Home to You

I miss coming home to you, your eyes lighting up as you would dash across the room to greet me.
Stroking your neck and back while we sat on the couch.
You listened quietly as I told you about my day.
Cuddling next to me and offering love and strength all the times I cried.
Curling up next to me in bed and purring in my ear, your whiskers soft upon my cheek.
I loved you.
I still love you.
My childhood cat, Molly.

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About Apophenias

I'm human. Female. Self-employed. Searching for connections in the randomness of life. Currently residing the US. ... And not quite defined by being in the midst of a biological ticking.
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2 Responses to I Miss Coming Home to You

  1. Jessie says:

    A pet really is a great best friend!

    Like

  2. Pingback: Similarities | apophenias

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