I've been feeling down lately thanks to my asshole family. Last night I had one of the worst phone conversations with my dad and he made me cry for hours. Normally when I cry, Cooper gives me this weird look out of the corner of his eyes and slinks off into his house and leaves me alone. He's such a boy...
Anyway, last night Cooper stared at me while I was sobbing on the phone with the most tender expression I have ever seen on him considering Cooper has the same blank eyed stare for every moment of the day. I was expecting him to jump off the bed and into his house but he stood up and sat next to me and leaned his head against me. Well, I think he wanted me to pet him but it was comforting all the same with him leaning up against me. And then another surprising thing happened: Cooper licked my face.
Cooper is not a licker. Sometimes he'll tentatively lick your hand if you smeared peanut butter on yourself while scooping out the last remnants out of the jar. He never licked anyone's face unless they had food on it. So it was weird having Cooper lick the tears and then snot off my face while I tried to push him off. I don't know if he did it just so he could lick snot and tears off my face and if that's the case, I never want him to come near my face again. Either way though, it was just nice to know that Cooper cares about me.
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