Waiting

The hardest part over the last four days has been with Oreo. She waits by the back door, watching. I caught her here on the raised garden beds, talking quietly...questions...then waiting. I wonder how long she will wait. Oreo was such a feral, skittish creature when we brought them home 10 years ago. Now she's curled on my lap, talking in nearly silent passages to me. Maybe we're here for each other this week.