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2017/06/23

I didn’t think about you today …

I didn’t think about you today …
Till I didn't feel your warm fuzzy body next to mine when I first woke up and stretched in the bed.
I didn't think about you today ...
Till I went into the bathroom and you weren't there for morning pets and cuddles while I tinkled.
I didn't think about you today ...
Till I got out of the shower and sat on the bed to finish drying and you weren't there with your little paws on my shoulder licking the shower water out of my ears.

I didn't think about you today ...
Till I was putting on my shoes and socks, and my socks stayed on my toes, and I could actually see my shoelaces, and somehow getting dressed was not nearly so much fun.
I didn't think about you today ...
Till I was making the bed, and we didn't play bury the schnauzer in the blankets, and then let you burrow your way out from under the pillows, only to do it all over again.
I didn't think about you today ...
Till I went in to the kitchen to get my breakfast, and your little body was not blocking my way to the refrigerator for milk, and your sweet face was not there looking up at me demanding YOUR breakfast ... NOW Mom.
I didn't think about you today ...
Till I sat down to eat my breakfast, and there was no Sweet Elsa circling the table trolling for crumbs.
Then I didn't think about you ...
Till I went to feed the Bird, and the two of you didn't play your ritual game of cage tag, where he tries to grab your nose, while you try to grab his tail.
I didn't think about you today ...
Till I got home from work and there were no joyous Woo Woo Woo Woo Mommy's home barks, no lapful and face full of schnauzer tongue with a body attached.
But I didn't think about you today ...
And then, I didn't think about you ...
Till I discovered I was petting my own leg because your little chin was not in its customary place resting on my lap as I sat and watched TV, and I didn't have to disturb "her Highness's" slumber when I got up to get a drink.
Then it was time for bed, and I didn't think about you ...
Till I realized that I had not heard you bark at air molecules all day long.
And when I went to bed, there was no Elsa standing on top of me needing under the blankets, and no Elsa to curl up at my tummy and gently snore. There was no silken Elsa fur to softly pet and stroke till I went to sleep. So, I cried instead, and said ...
Tomorrow is another day, and I won't think about you ...
Today.
(Cindy Swan)

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