In some outer worldy sensing of my fear of her mortality she proved to have yet another trick up her sleeve. Yesterday afternoon she ate a huge bowl of chicken, rice and veggies, went for a long walk, and then slept through the night.
I, of course woke up every hour fearing that I had missed her calling for me, or was trapped under a blanket, or worst yet, paralyzed in fear or stiff from succumbing to the sandman who stole away her soul in the night.
So, prove me wrong girl! Live another two years, maybe I can convince my husband to take a few night watches?
I put her in her Halloween onesy, carried her to the pond, watched as she buried her nose in the soft green earth, saw her wag her tail, and carried her back to her bed. Along the way she gave me her secret silent acknowledgement that she is still in there. A quiet kiss to my hand, and I said aloud,
"Not today Savannah,"
I might have to say good bye tomorrow, but it's not today.
Happy Halloween Everyone!