We are moving. We have started packing and performing the long tedious task of slowly emptying each room. Jenny our neighbour is sad, sad we are going, but especially sad that Chai will not be visiting her for “play dates” with her two pooches.
The morning of the move has come, we are up at the crack of dawn, sliding the last of the boxes full to the brim across the floor. Jenny from next door has come in to say goodbye to Chai (and us) but Chai is nowhere to be seen. Normally she greets Jen at the door.
We call her, but she doesn’t come. There aren’t many places left for her to hide, but I remember the bedroom is the last room which has some remaining comforts, and I find her – flat and very well blended between the pillows and the sheets.