Wednesday, May 11, 2011

close call

When I left the house this morning, she looked effortlessly beautiful, as usual. Perfect posture. Alert. Making me proud.

I came home from work to find her keeled over, disheveled and limp.

I thought I had lost her.

I picked her up as gently as I could, rushed her into the house, and got her some water. 

She's doing much better now. 

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