Two Years

I woke at three this morning to an intermittent flickering light, and a scraping sound at the door. Sure enough, the scraping was Brodie, the older of Marla's two dogs. After Marla died, I graduated from Brodie's second-favourite to favourite person, and as such, I'm the one she seeks out for comfort and reassurance. Turns out that flickering was the start of about an hours' worth of lightning and thunder (with of course no rain or change in temperature... :P ). Brodie doesn't like storms. If I'm not home when there's a storm, she gets really panicky and fretful. So, here she was - at three o'clock in the morning, at the first sign of a storm, she found her way through the house in the dark to knock at our bedroom door. Of course, she spent the rest of the night in our room; pacing, licking our hands, and finally, drifting off to sleep as the flickering and rumbling continued outside.

Your doggies aren't the only one who miss you, sis.