This Girl

There have been more than a few occasions recently where I have really missed Clyde. Waking up in the morning isn't the same with nothing keeping your feet warm. Socks just don't cut it.
Clyde and I had an interesting friendship. From the outside it may have appeared as though I hated Clyde. This is just not the case. I just take a little while to warm up.

Let the truth be known. I loved Clyde. He is the only one that has ever really listened to me. Listened with no prejudice. He had no choice really, but he never stopped paying attention. No matter how many times I pushed him away. He always came back. He spoke with his actions. He just wanted to experience my love. No matter how many attempts at attaining this it took. He would always return. The bruised ego at the doorway.

Walking from the bus today I started to think about clyde. Excited to be alone in my house for just a moment. Sit down and take off my shoes in silence. All of the times I took his companionship for granted. These days, I would kill for Clyde to come running down the hall hearing my car pull up in the alley way. Walking up the stairs hearing his meow at the front door.
I would give everything to sit on the couch for hours and pet him. Spoon him from the evening into the afternoon. Lay in bed with him and a book on a rainy day. Play fetch with him while getting ready in the morning. He never gave up on me.