I miss you on the nights when I wake up terrified at 2 am after having a nightmare and you aren’t there at the end of the bed snoring like an old man.
I miss you when I wake up in the morning and you’re not there for a sleepy cuddle. I miss you when I get up in the morning and you’re not there on my bed still half asleep, waiting for your 5th call off me to get your lazy bum up and go to the toilet.
I miss you when I’ve made myself a cup of tea and I walk up to my room to drink it in my bed, expecting you to have fallen asleep already, but you’re not there anymore.
I miss you when I come home and the house is filled with silence where it was once filled with you jumping excitedly and making the silliest, what I assume was, happy cries.
I miss you when I fill one silver bowl up, instead of two.
I miss you when I snuggle up on the sofa with a blanket, a cup of tea and a book and you aren’t there resting your soft head on my ankle waiting to be “allowed” up on the sofa.
I miss you when I have a shower and I’m not greeted by your wagging tail sat outside waiting for me.
I also miss you when mum no longer shouts up the stairs to tell me that you’re waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs.
I miss you when I go up the stairs to my bedroom to prepare for bed and there aren’t 3 trotting legs following me up.
I miss you when I type complete nonsense into my computer and you’re not there to keep me company.
I miss you when I meditate on the floor and there’s no longer the sound of your gentle breathing for me to focus on.
I miss you when I climb into bed at the end of the day and it’s freezing cold because you aren’t there to warm it up.
I miss you on the sleepless nights where I’m tossing and turning and you aren’t there for me to cwtch.
I miss you, when will I not?