How do you hold on to forever?

Your head, how it fits perfectly in the cup of my hand, perfectly framed and rested. To feel your warmth, your wet, cold nose searching for comfort. Your body curled up between my legs, burrowed as you should be. You had a rough few first months of life and it showed the moment you turned up at our door. Your grittiness and survival instinct alert to dangers that were not there anymore. That's okay, I'm the same way. Perhaps we are kindred souls. Constant vigilance because life was not fair at one point.

The insistent desire to indulge in fine food, cold or warm, found on the street or in the space inside your bowl. Long walks and sun bathing in the park, doesn't it feel so nice? I know you love it. Green eyes or something, they always seem to change. I could never stand when sadness seemed to glisten from them, two eyeballs held in a glaze. Your paws tip-tapping around, such a sweet sound. Can you please give me one last gaze.

How do you hold on to forever?

-A.Garcia