The thought that I
had not seen Mabel’s cane in the bathroom when Maggie and I had
discovered her lifeless body perched upon the commode struck me like
a lightening bolt. Mabel never went anywhere without her cane. I had
to get another look at the bathroom before the scene was overrun by
“Gee!” I called
out reflectively, as if to break my own silence.
Only my retired sled
dog, Maggie, and I knew I had commanded her to run to the right. She
followed my command without hesitation and sprinted off making a
right at the hall, headed toward the bathroom.
“Maggie!” I exclaimed authoritatively, doing my best to feign surprised dog owner, as I jumped to my feet and took off after my ‘errant’ dog. I met up with Maggie just outside the bathroom door, took hold…
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