She had remembered to turn on the lights, even though it was still daylight then. The food and water bowls were filled to the brim. “Alright, don’t be scared. Take a long nap,” she told her. Sad eyes stared back as if to say, “Do you really have to go out?” Separation anxiety started even before the separation took place. Her timer started ticking the moment she stepped out the door. Groceries and errands followed one after another. Racing against the silent ticking, she got home sooner than calculated. It was worth it when the little one said hello by rolling around on her feet, purring as if she’d been gone for days.
Furball of Love