I Miss Jack

I miss Jack.
I’m reminded of how he would just walk over and plop into my arms, as if he was a lapdog. He would nibble and bite, and bark till he got his way. He would sleep by my door and wake me up much too early, but always with kisses. He would be annoying and dull and handful, but he was wonderful. He was dumbdumb but knew how to manipulate you at the same time. He loved Ellie and always put up with her shit. He was cuddly and protective and sweet and stinky. He was perfect.
I miss Jack.