Jilly D.

Wake up wide-eyed and bushy-tailed

In Mourning, Pictures and memories on January 14, 2011 at 2:13 am

Letting the dogs out

He couldn’t tell her about his pain. The incredibly blood-curdling, gut-wrenching, intestine-tying, horrifying pain. Instead he’d swear she was cranky before her feet hit the floor in the morning to let the dogs out.

“Why can’t you wake up wide-eyed and bushy-tailed?” he’d grumpily groan. She looked shocked. She didn’t realize how her moans and groans had turned into bitching and complaining. She loved him so. She did hate having to leave the comfort zone of quilts and blankets, pillows and dogs. The dogs woke her up and she was always feet to the floor to let them out at dawn.

“Come back to bed.”

“Okay, just a second. Let me get them back indoors and out of harm’s way,” she said. She skirted out the front door to make sure there was no canine disobedience beyond chasing rabbits out of the garden. Within seconds the dogs were ready to relax in the warmth of their sleeping spots, still comfortable as the morning beckoned.

He’d gotten up to pee while she was out with the canine kids and he quickly snuggled back into bed without the benefit of all the pets and extra pillows. He would look at her. Their eyes would meet across the span of a pillow. She could tell the kind of day it would be by the color of his eyes. Blue is sunshine and rainbows. Hazel means he needs her, keep her mouth shut and do what he asks. The day could go either way. Grey meant his mood matched the grey weather. Grey. Grey days when she longed to spend the entire day in bed with him, he turned into Grumpy. Even when they made love at the break of day, when his eyes were grey, it was a grey day.

She didn’t care what color his eyes were on any particular day; what she wanted everyday was to love him in every way. She’d waited her entire life to meet someone as spectacular. He made the earth move. She couldn’t get enough of him. He was the reason she got up in the morning. And let his dogs out. And came back to bed.

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