She left a Sound in the little glowing bone! My human presses it and there she is, the tall one who smelled like flour and always dropped the good crusts, the one who scratched exactly behind my ears where I cannot reach. Her voice! In the little bone! I know her voice!
I ran to the door because if the voice is here then SHE is here, she must be here, I pressed my nose to the crack under the door to find her smell coming.
No smell. Just the voice. That's okay! The voice is still the BEST voice!
My human is very still. My human plays it again. And again. My human is leaking from the eyes, the salty happy-sad water, and I lick it because salt is good and because my human is my human and I would fix anything if I knew what.
I know this game! When the door closes, the person comes BACK. Every time. My human goes out the door and I wait and I wait and the door opens and it is ALWAYS my human! So the flour one will come back too, any minute, because that is how doors work, I have tested it a thousand times and I have never once been wrong.
My human holds me too tight. I let it. I will wait by the door as long as my human needs, I am the BEST at waiting, and when the flour one comes back through it I will lose my entire mind with joy.
Any minute now.
I'll wait right here.
Somebody usually drops a crust.