Must

You were always so happy to lay on the bed, despite my desperate attempts to protect it from your fur that you kept losing all year long. But how could I be mad at you ? With the goofy faces you pulled, rolling around on the bed, just happy to make a nest with the bedding to be surrounded by my smell. You didn't like being pulled into hugs but always needed to be close to me, by my feet or in my bed, even going as far as stealing my clothes to sleep with in your bedding.
You showed love in your own way, always surprising but oh so lovely.