Different Names for the Same Thing
I saw Pootie.
For the first time in a long while, I saw him.
He was there, in his cave-like hole, all snuggled and warm on my window seel. Sleeping right beside Tickle, shimmering in the sun, he glowed so vibrant in orange and yellow colours that I smiled my deepest smile of love and warmth for the first time since he's passed on.
I was frantic at first, because all this seemed sketchy and just out of place, but I cared not if things made sense or not when enjoyment and painted memories made the best out of it.
Fact is, I came home from Guelph.
I came home with my dad at the front of the house and Ehsan driving, to seeing Pootie from a distance afar. His face, the way the slept and seeming so comfy - it all just reminded me of everything he was to me now and then.
When I opened the front door and dislodged all the belongings I carried along, I had to quickly poke my head out of those curtains. I had to place my arms around him, hold him for a little longer before he jumped out and walked his way back into his bed, and kiss him for what seemed like an eternity. I had to turn his bed around to get a better glimpse of him, to see how he's been, and to see why I didn't know that he was back. To me, that was worth anything and everything for the period given, and I felt it. When his eyes just stared at me with those green and yellow shades, and his head pouted down just enough to look like a doll, I felt as if he was real, and that he was there.
That feeling was so refreshing and so much like a flashback that I...
...that I want him back. I want him back and I want him back with Tickle.
Everything would just seem so right if that happened, but it won't.
He's distant and real, yet only a memory now.
I'll think of this of a reminder of how he's still with us.
I know he is.
My parents still miss him.
For the first time in a long while, I saw him.
He was there, in his cave-like hole, all snuggled and warm on my window seel. Sleeping right beside Tickle, shimmering in the sun, he glowed so vibrant in orange and yellow colours that I smiled my deepest smile of love and warmth for the first time since he's passed on.
I was frantic at first, because all this seemed sketchy and just out of place, but I cared not if things made sense or not when enjoyment and painted memories made the best out of it.
Fact is, I came home from Guelph.
I came home with my dad at the front of the house and Ehsan driving, to seeing Pootie from a distance afar. His face, the way the slept and seeming so comfy - it all just reminded me of everything he was to me now and then.
When I opened the front door and dislodged all the belongings I carried along, I had to quickly poke my head out of those curtains. I had to place my arms around him, hold him for a little longer before he jumped out and walked his way back into his bed, and kiss him for what seemed like an eternity. I had to turn his bed around to get a better glimpse of him, to see how he's been, and to see why I didn't know that he was back. To me, that was worth anything and everything for the period given, and I felt it. When his eyes just stared at me with those green and yellow shades, and his head pouted down just enough to look like a doll, I felt as if he was real, and that he was there.
That feeling was so refreshing and so much like a flashback that I...
...that I want him back. I want him back and I want him back with Tickle.
Everything would just seem so right if that happened, but it won't.
He's distant and real, yet only a memory now.
I'll think of this of a reminder of how he's still with us.
I know he is.
My parents still miss him.