my favorite moment of the day was the moment that I laid next to him to before falling asleep.
i would streetch my arm out and he would sleep curled up pressed against it. and if i moved, he'd press tightly against it again, as if to be sure he was in the right spot. sometimes i'd mess with him and move one more time, just to feel him press against me again.
in a 24 hour day, that was my most favorite moment.
i think back on all the places that I slept in 11 years and he was with me for most of them. i always felt safe with him near me.
i didn't know it until he was gone but in many ways he was my courage.
