When we pulled up outside the pixie’s building and she opened the door — his big brown eyes widened in recognition and he launched himself at me. Paws wrapped around my neck, I planted so many kisses on the side of his furry muzzle. He’s the only thing in this whole world I really consider mine — and it’s good to know he missed his mom as much as I missed him.
We just took up together one day, y’know. And in some demented twist of fate, he became the only beating heart that would be there for every significant event in my life. Girlfriends come and go, friends move away (to Bombay, Halifax, Vancouver, San Fransisco, Australia), family is obligated to love you — but Clark goes where mom goes.
Mexico treated me right, we shared some good memories and fell in love a little — but being home with my lil guy curled beside me is a comfort I can’t even describe. Tomorrow, it’s work and meetings, articles and deadlines, grant proposals and catch up. Tonight? It’s me, the beagle and some Notting Hill.
Jennica decorated our apartment while I was gone — I came home to Christmas, my own bed and water I can drink in the shower. There will be sweet sleeps tonight!