Another in my Bed

I am stealing a moment to write this even though there are pleas for me to come to bed.

In a few moments, I will be in bed with a head on my chest and some soft snoring to keep me at peace.

My aren't you curious.

I am talking, of course, about my love. Only ten years old.

Owen.

For the past two weeks or so, we have started this little ritual where when I go to bed, he jumps up to lay with me, and I pet him, and love him, and he kisses me back, and then he never leaves.

He curls up next to me, or more often on me, and falls asleep. Then, sleeps there all night.

I think it is part of his aging. We have made this such a routine, that now, if it gets late, and I am up, he starts to meow at me telling me it is bedtime.

As soon as I get up, he runs and jumps into the bed. It is like he can't sleep without me.

To be frank, I love it.

We have always been close. He always would prefer to sit in my lap over X's. It was all right. She had Kip, so I got O.

However, our relationship was more based on what I would provide him with, and if that was nothing, then he would leave.

The bed thing though is different. Sometimes, I don't even pet him. I'll be too tired. So, I just lay my arm out over the cover, and he lies down on my arm, or curls up with it, and conks out.

I love waking up in the morning with him tucked into one of the smalls or crooks of my body. Sometimes, he even lays down over my neck and tucks himself around my chin. I feel closer to him at that point then ever.

Tonight, I turned on HBO. Terms of Endearment was on, and despite the full knowledge that it would upset me, I watched it.

As soon as the doctor said my dear, you have a malignancy, I was crying. I didn't stop. Cancer always makes me bawl.

At the height of my jag, Owen came out of the bedroom and searched my face for what I was doing. He then jumped up onto my chest, and licked at my face. I seriously think he was trying to stop my crying.

I loved him so much for that.

I hope he feels about me like I feel about him.

Ok, no more writing. I have to get to bed.