My first pet

So I'm walking through Hyde park blissfully taking in the warm weather, doing some people watching, and just chillin' when I observed a lady walking her adorable puppy and suddenly I started to cry. Took a few seconds of inner reflection to figure out that I miss Rogue terribly.

It really is surprising to me how much I have become attached to and care for that little fur ball. I regretfully admit when she first arrived on my doorstep I was a little indifferent to her. Never really planning on sharing my space with another animal, I only took her in because her alternate fate was unfathomable. However, Rogue was relentless in her determination to win my affection. Slowly and subtley she acheived the impossible and captured my heart.

Often, as I see other pets being walked, I recall her keeping me company during the many all nighters I pulled for work prior to leaving on my journey. Snuggled into the sweater that I had thrown onto the floor, she wouldn't move until dawn and I headed off to bed. Total unconditional love. I am comforted in knowing that she is staying with a couple friends who'll give her every bit of attention she deserves yet I am still dragging around this horrible empty feeling. Damn you Rogue, aka pumpkin pie, booballoo, miss universe, teddy bear, bubba, kittlen, paddywhack, cuddly smurf, damn you!!