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by Jeph Johnson

I'm happy she is doing it for her but damn I miss helping her out. 

Vacuuming up around the litter box while she did homework. When dishes stacked up too high, washing them.  

I wish the art I meticulously mounted on her wall had remained more than a month.

I miss massaging her feet and calves when they ached from too much running around.  

To again treat her tummy to a new pizzzah or her eyes to an indie film we could cry to together would prove everything happens for a reason. 

Now when I see hydrangeas blossom I want to inhale their aroma as well as water them because she's too busy to notice.  

When her kitties need attention I want to bring out the toys and play with them.  Yes, all three of them. 

You'd think I'd blush because she only has two cats, but I don't.