lonesome when you go

He's been my boy for three years this August.  Not a single day has gone by that Misfit hasn't been front and center, eager and ready for any amount of snuggling you can dish out and usually far more than you can stand to give - he always wants more.  Even now, as I type this, he is purring and forcing his cheeks against my hands, pawing at my arm trying to get it wrapped around him.  He follows me from room to room, keeps me company when I take a bath; nudges my face in adoring kisses; purrs when i tell him how much i love him; squawks frantically at the window- pacing back and forth- before i can get in the front door when he hears my car pull up; he plays whatever games the neighbor girls want him too, following them down the sidewalk, chasing sticks endlessly for them; he spoons and hugs (I woke up this morning with my arm wrapped around him and his arm draped over my shoulder, his head beneath my chin - fast asleep).

I'll be lonely when you're gone, little prince.