At the end, all he had was the memories.
The young couple so much in love, that had purchased him for their newlywed home. Their passion and happiness, in the beginning, had filled him with pride and joy.
The children that came later, to climb over him and play games like hide and seek, giggling as they hid behind.
The stories told to toddlers in laps.
The caresses given in love and companionship.
The quiet afternoons in font of the fire, with one or another relaxing upon him with a good book.
The comfort given as she sat and cried, curled up, lamenting the loss of her beloved.
The endless nights knitting for the grandchildren.
The glorious return of childhood when those grandchildren would visit.
The final days, when she became sick and spent so much time within his cushion.
In the end, all he had were the memories, and they were all he needed. |
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