She is putting the whole room in boxes! Boxes are the BEST. They smell like the garage and like tape and like her hands. I get in one. She laughs. That is the best sound. I love that sound.
Wait. The bed is gone off the wall. The bed! My bed too! I sleep there when she is at the desk and I am supposed to be downstairs but I am not, I am here, and she never tells. The wall behind the bed is a lighter square than the rest of the wall and I do not know why but I lick it once. It tastes like wall.
She is holding the small soft thing with one ear chewed off. That one is MINE. I chewed that ear when I was small and my teeth hurt and she cried a little then too, and I do not know about years, I only know she is holding it a long time and her face is doing the leaking thing.
The leaking thing! I know this one! I put my whole head in her lap. This always works. She grabs my ears with both hands and puts her nose in my fur and breathes the big shaky breath and I hold very still, so still, the stillest, because this is my most important job.
The car is full now. She is looking at the empty room from the doorway. I do not understand doorways today. Usually a doorway means she comes BACK.
She is patting her leg. That means ME. That means I come too!
I go where she goes. I always go where she goes. Also there are treats in the car. I smelled them.
Best day.