The other night I was up late at my computer. All was quiet except for the taping of the keyboard keys and the low murmur coming from the TV. Then I heard Tyson. He was getting off the couch. I heard the couch cushions as he moved, I heard his tags jingle and his paws hit the floor.
I know that noise. I've heard it plenty of times from Payton but I could not believe Tyson was on the furniture - somehow he seems to stay off.
I went into the living room to catch him. I called out, "Tyson, stay off the couch" and then turned on the light. No Tyson. Then I heard Tyson crawling out from underneath our bed.
It wasn't Tyson on the couch. I may sound nuts. I know I do. I think it was Payton. I swear I see or hear his ghost from time to time. Once I was standing in front of an open fridge and he touched my hand. (I thought that was Tyson too) When I looked down to pet him, there Tyson was lying down fast asleep in the next room.
It will soon be a year that Payton has been gone. It really doesn't seem that way at all. My heart still thinks it was last week.