We'll go down in history
02-23-2015, 05:06 PM
She was silent, her light body making almost no noise as she moved. But he heard her faint giggle that she was obviously trying so hard to repress. He would turn, just as she shot forward from her hiding place in the grass. She would nip at his left flank, not hard enough to do any damage, as she swatted at his tail. He would laugh, pivoting as he sough to reposition himself before her. Russet jaws would shoot forward, seeking to nip gently at her throat, his chest seeking to press against her shoulder. "I've missed you." He would murmur, words husky, verdant gaze searching her face.
It had not gone unnoticed that she spent most of her days sleeping, her energy seeming to have disappeared. He knew she was considerably older than himself, and she didn't have the same energy level as himself, but she seemed slower than usual. He did everything he could to make sure she was comfortable and happy, but he couldn't help but miss days like this, when she would romp and play with him, when her smile graced her graying face. He missed when he could simply spend the afternoon wrapped around her, enjoying her quiet presence and occasionally her body. He missed it all, but he wouldn't give up Cohen to get it all back. He loved his son, and would do anything for him. |