i used to wake up every morning, listening to low shrill low notes, sounding like whistles. in anger i used to stretch myself as much as i could to reach the door beside my bed to let him out making an extreme effort so as not to get out of my bed. he used to be the happiest creature, running downstairs to mom, after which they would go out for a walk.
his entire day would pass by entertaining mom and keeping her occupied in his love. he would want all of her attention all the time. if she failed to give it for more than fifteen minutes, he would paw her hand till she transfers her attention to anything but him. he perfectly remembered the smell of his food being cooked, moms body language when she was about to feed him, and her sleep time when he would sleep besides her.
every evening i come home, he would be waiting for me, welcoming me with his beautiful aura, and pleasant greetings. he was the first thing i needed to see when i came home. his eyes, were the most beautiful thing. i knew his reactions, each flinch of his muscles the kind of expressions he manages to give just by his eyebrow muscles. i knew what he wanted at what time with the way he looked at me. i knew whats the worst anger he can give out and whats the most lovable things he can do. i knew he would sit in my room in the corner looking at me when i would cry. he hadn't seen anybody do that but me, he had never been unhappy, and hence, it was an unknown emotion for him. but he knew, i needed him at that point of time, and he was right there.
i admire how he had super instincts, i would rather call him my superhero. he knew when someone was leaving, he knew who was a member of the family and who was just temporary. out of all, he never had the need to run away from us. more than he knew that he belonged to us, he knew that we belong to him.
he never had a life apart form us, and he never wanted one!
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i have left the house to pursue my own life and future, keeping him back home, and all i miss is those shrill notes in the morning. i miss him sleeping on my legs, i miss him snatching my blanket away. i miss playing with him with a napkin till we tear it apart, and getting scolded. i miss putting the blame on him when i broke sumthing and both of us would be forgiven instantly just because of his innocent looks. i miss wrestling with him. i miss giving him baths, drying him with a hairdryer so he doesnt catch cold, and putting deodrant on him so he smells as gud as a girl! i miss his walks,
and most of all, i miss those innocent brown eyes looking back at me, asking me for nothing....but LOVE!
his entire day would pass by entertaining mom and keeping her occupied in his love. he would want all of her attention all the time. if she failed to give it for more than fifteen minutes, he would paw her hand till she transfers her attention to anything but him. he perfectly remembered the smell of his food being cooked, moms body language when she was about to feed him, and her sleep time when he would sleep besides her.
every evening i come home, he would be waiting for me, welcoming me with his beautiful aura, and pleasant greetings. he was the first thing i needed to see when i came home. his eyes, were the most beautiful thing. i knew his reactions, each flinch of his muscles the kind of expressions he manages to give just by his eyebrow muscles. i knew what he wanted at what time with the way he looked at me. i knew whats the worst anger he can give out and whats the most lovable things he can do. i knew he would sit in my room in the corner looking at me when i would cry. he hadn't seen anybody do that but me, he had never been unhappy, and hence, it was an unknown emotion for him. but he knew, i needed him at that point of time, and he was right there.
i admire how he had super instincts, i would rather call him my superhero. he knew when someone was leaving, he knew who was a member of the family and who was just temporary. out of all, he never had the need to run away from us. more than he knew that he belonged to us, he knew that we belong to him.
he never had a life apart form us, and he never wanted one!
]
i have left the house to pursue my own life and future, keeping him back home, and all i miss is those shrill notes in the morning. i miss him sleeping on my legs, i miss him snatching my blanket away. i miss playing with him with a napkin till we tear it apart, and getting scolded. i miss putting the blame on him when i broke sumthing and both of us would be forgiven instantly just because of his innocent looks. i miss wrestling with him. i miss giving him baths, drying him with a hairdryer so he doesnt catch cold, and putting deodrant on him so he smells as gud as a girl! i miss his walks,
and most of all, i miss those innocent brown eyes looking back at me, asking me for nothing....but LOVE!
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