A week ago I convinced her to hop into the backseat of the Mazda
and I drove her to safety, to her dad's house on the beautiful greenway
away from our home whose soil would soon be filled with poison.
The first two nights weren't so bad - the termite killer hadn't come yet
so her feline brother was with me. The next morning I took him to safety too -
with my dad. Then I left town.
After four days' reprieve I have returned.
The house-eating bugs appear to have met their demise.
I brought the kitty home yesterday so I'm not alone,
but there are no just climbed out from under the covers ear-flapping sounds.
All the toys are in their basket.
No cold noses or wet tongues sneak up on my bare feet.
I haven't been woken up with blanket scratching requests to be let under the bedclothes.
There's no spine to spine slumber.
I miss my sweet whippet girl.
Last night I dreamed that she jumped through a car window
and was quickly retrieved with the calling of her name.
Thank god she comes home tonight.