Thursday, October 4, 2012

Finding a place.

Steady rain. Beating the bounds of the night time village, three dogs and Elmo. Returning to the house, fur sparkles with diamonds of water. He looks for a place to sleep. There's Pixie's cushion, empty. 

Perhaps a rug?

He settles for a tiger's back.


Angie said...

There is always so much sadness when one looses a trusty friend who knows you so well and has been there when needed to calm stress with a nuzzle and a purrrrr.Your new feline friend is absolutely stunning. xx

John said...

I am so sorry to read about Pixie. I wish peace for you and your family. Give Elmo an extra hug for me, if he is a hugger.