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.

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