He would have been 14 today.

Today, I would have exclaimed, “Happy Birthday, Kulfi!!!” And you would have wagged your tail emphatically because you knew what high pitched voices meant: cookies. “Do you want a cookie?” was often asked in the same pitch. You thought anything at that octave meant food. You would have been right.

I miss you every single day, Kulfi. I wish you were staying up with me during finals like last year. I caught myself looking under the table for you. I have no idea why. But I still look for you. I still think you’ll be poking your nose through the door as I open it. I still want to yell cat! when I see them roaming the back yard.  They’ve gotten very bold without you there to keep them in their place, you know. 

I hope you’re protecting your territory in heaven, Kulfi. I hope you have plenty of cookies, and I hope you know how much we loved you and how much we still love you. 

Happy Birthday, Kulfi.