The package arrived while I was at work and I saw it by the door as soon as I walked in. Three pairs of small-to-large baby blue rain boots stood guard around the cardboard box.
I knew what it was and knew that I’d wait until after everyone was asleep before I opened it. After the last request for another bedtime song, drink of water, and cheeseburger (the last was not granted), I poured myself a glass of wine and sat on the living room floor with the box in front of me. The dog sat a few feet away with a sad look on her face. Like she knew what was in the box and that I was about to cry, or maybe her super-dog nose detected the molecules of her long lost friend. Her friend, my mom. Continue reading