Umber (47.28 — Oleander’s Story)
September 3, 2012 § Leave a comment
I didn’t feel well that evening. Mama put me to bed and brought me some chicken soup. Silvertip snuggled next to me. I shared my soup with him, his long pink tongue lapping up all the noodles and carrots. Then he laid his muzzle on my neck and sighed a contented dog sigh. We both went to sleep.
Silvertip wasn’t there when I woke up. I called him, but he didn’t appear at the door. I got up to look for him. I heard Mama and Miss Brigid talking in the kitchen.