Last night. Rinsing a few dishes before heading off to bed.
Catie puts her muzzle on the piano keys and plays three bars of her little Catie tune. She likes to do that sometimes.
I hear her limping into the kitchen and turn to see her approaching me, tail wagging, Riley’s ball in her mouth (Riley is close behind her). She drops it at my feet and Riley grabs it, of course. She tries to jump up on me. It is one of her moments of inexplicable happiness and reaffirms what I already know – we are doing the right thing.
Note from Catie: Mom forgot to give me breakfast this morning which is weird because I’m positive I heard Riley eating his. I’m sure she’ll remember later.