Sunday is always a day of mixed emotions. Having enjoyed another weekend with my wonderful master, I feel happy and content.
Sir usually eats at mine in a Sunday, it’s lovely having him here, I love to look after him. But then he has to leave.
I hate it, how I long to be by his side again, to feel him near me, too breathe the same air. My bed feels empty. I miss him. I need his touch.
I will wait patiently, as I know that if I am good, I will be rewarded.