There’s something in the way you are, in your kindness, in your look that makes me write about you. For sure you deserve it.
You came into my life after the summer of 2002. From the first day I knew we’re not going to be just simple friends. You made me happy right from the beginning. When I was sad, you made me laugh with your childish games, with that playful spark in your eyes. Those shiny dark eyes which let me know you never lie. Just how could you?
I watch you sleep sometimes. Just peacefully lieing on your back, making an enormous snort every now and then. That brings a smile to my face.
I also talk to you sometimes even though you never talk back. You don’t even have to. I know you understand every last word I say, for you know me much better then anyone else on this globe. You know my thoughts, my voice, you even recognise my footsteps when I came home. And just what a great feeling it is; coming home to you. You come up to me just as I arrive and greet me with unspeakable delight. Not some made up mask, but honest cheer.
Funny thing is that I can never get angry on you. Even when you’re being bad you give me that worried gaze of regret and I forget everything.
Whenever you feel lonesome, you lick my hand and sit by me so that I can scratch your back. I bet you could stand that all day long. But we can’t have all day. We also have to make time for your daily race with the cats out in the park. Now that’s when I die laughing! You charge right up to them pussys with a victorious roar but in most cases they don’t give a damn about you bacause of your size. So you just slow down, giving one last dim grunt at it then you come back to me complaining.
You won’t lay down if I ask you, you hardly even sit, nor when you’re begging for my meal. You rather stare at me and whine, knowing that your goal is guaranteed this way. Plus sometimes you make such an enormous mass that I have to clean the whole flat after you. But you know what? That’s all okay. Because we are a team. And I’m glad to have such a superior teammate as you. Thanks pal! Thank you Kocka! :)
You came into my life after the summer of 2002. From the first day I knew we’re not going to be just simple friends. You made me happy right from the beginning. When I was sad, you made me laugh with your childish games, with that playful spark in your eyes. Those shiny dark eyes which let me know you never lie. Just how could you?
I watch you sleep sometimes. Just peacefully lieing on your back, making an enormous snort every now and then. That brings a smile to my face.
I also talk to you sometimes even though you never talk back. You don’t even have to. I know you understand every last word I say, for you know me much better then anyone else on this globe. You know my thoughts, my voice, you even recognise my footsteps when I came home. And just what a great feeling it is; coming home to you. You come up to me just as I arrive and greet me with unspeakable delight. Not some made up mask, but honest cheer.
Funny thing is that I can never get angry on you. Even when you’re being bad you give me that worried gaze of regret and I forget everything.
Whenever you feel lonesome, you lick my hand and sit by me so that I can scratch your back. I bet you could stand that all day long. But we can’t have all day. We also have to make time for your daily race with the cats out in the park. Now that’s when I die laughing! You charge right up to them pussys with a victorious roar but in most cases they don’t give a damn about you bacause of your size. So you just slow down, giving one last dim grunt at it then you come back to me complaining.
You won’t lay down if I ask you, you hardly even sit, nor when you’re begging for my meal. You rather stare at me and whine, knowing that your goal is guaranteed this way. Plus sometimes you make such an enormous mass that I have to clean the whole flat after you. But you know what? That’s all okay. Because we are a team. And I’m glad to have such a superior teammate as you. Thanks pal! Thank you Kocka! :)
