Most of you know the story of me and my Lola. She came to me on December 15, 2020, from the Brodie's. I would have taken her sooner, but they were bringing her to me, and that was the first day that the travel distance restrictions within France were lifted. I teased that she was my Christmas present. She's turned out so much more!
Just last Saturday, I'd been in and out both the front and back doors quite a bit with working and groceries. It wasn't until Sunday morning, that I noticed that the front door was a bit "ajar!" My first thought was Lola because I don't let her out. Had she escaped? Was that a space she could have gotten through?
My mind ran amuck, but then I remembered the Brodie's telling me that she often hid in many unknown places for extended periods of time. I knew this too, but as the day wore on I worried more because I hadn't seen her at her usual times.
By bedtime, she didn't join me and then I got really worried. I tried to sleep. Was she in? Was she out? What was best for me to do? By Monday morning, I'd made myself totally crazy and was crying with my cup of coffee on the terrace swing at 3:30 in the morning.
I'd looked inside and out. I'd yelled for her. Finally, I decided I'd go sit on the front steps and cry some more from that spot. As I turned the corner to the kitchen for more coffee, there she was at her food dish. I screamed with joy.
The thought of losing her is devastating. We are quite a pair. She is so affectionate, even if she doesn't like being picked up and hugged like a baby in my arms like I used to do with Sam. Being with Lola has softened the isolation of lockdown and the lack of touch in my life. She's the best. And, she's interesting to boot!
Happy Thursday!
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