I miss the soft sound of your paws

 I miss the soft sound of your paws moving through the house — that quiet, familiar rhythm that made everything feel settled. There's a hollow in the silence now where your footsteps used to be, and I'd trade so much just to feel your paw rest in my hand one more time.

That small, trusting weight said everything words never could. I still find myself reaching out of habit, half expecting you to be there — and every time, I remember. Just stillness where your warmth used to live.