Monday.
Lula usually woke us up every morning. Usually around the 5 AM mark. Sometimes she’d go outside and do her thing, then come back in and take up a spot next to us while we had coffee in bed. She could stretch the full length of the bed.
I miss the way she’d curl up next to us and sleep after she woke us all up. That was a sacred part of the day. She would snore deeply. Then at 7:30, on the dot she would start reminding us it was time for her breakfast. She loved food.
I love you Lula. I miss you this Monday morning.
