I picture Dusty wanting to come in/or facing the sliding glass door window wondering if she wanted to go out. .
What should I do? Slide the door open or turn and walk away?
At the precise moment I finish asking the question, I hear her plaintive OOWWWwwww …
“She answered my question!! She does that all the time!”
The door slides open.
She stands, stares straight ahead for at least 30 seconds, maybe even a minute before limping, her right hind quarter damaged from an accident before we adopted her, across the aluminum threshold into the screened lanai.
“She’s always done that!” I say to myself.
“Don’t all cats have a thing about going through doors?! Maybe we should wait one more day.”
I feel tears welling. I see the world through glowing ripples.
Maybe we can put it off until tomorrow? But …
I know the time is right …
1995 – 2016
May She Rest In Peace