A long, triumphant run through the backyard was Maggie's last hurrah for the night. She came scooting through the back door to be greeted by cold, air conditioned air, panting vigorously.
"That dog is your child," Rosa said, standing in the kitchen.
"I know," I said as I smiled. "It's the best thing dad has done for me other than buying me this house."
Rosa and me followed Maggie into the den as she jumped up on the couch. Charlie had brought me a cover for it with Maggie in mind and she had managed to pull most of it off on the floor. I straightened it and we sat down with Maggie in between us.
"I worry," I told Rosa. "I know I am going to outlive her and I wouldn't know what to do without that little soul my life."
"You think and worry too much," Rosa said, and she was right.
I have been obsessing over Maggie's one-day demise. I am tired of these macabre thoughts. Maggie then sat looking at me as if she knew we were talking about her.
"Just enjoy your time together," Rosa said, rubbing the nape of Maggie's neck.
"Yeah," I said as I got a glazed look in my eyes.
I wanted to well up in tears and cry. I have been so emotional today with so many things affecting me. Seeing that homeless woman this afternoon brought back so many hard memories of my own time without a home and it hit me hard. I tried to laugh it off several times in my talks with Rosa, but my mind would wander back to where she would be sleeping tonight. There aren't any homeless shelters or food kitchens around here.
Gah! I just need to settle down and go to bed!