Last week I was so sad that Dot, one of my favorite friends, had passed from this world. Her bright red light passed into darkness as Mom tried to resuscitate her with hardy whacks on the side of her house.
Mom said her battery died, and then she was gone. Mom carelessly tossed her onto the couch. I watched as Dot slipped between the sofa cushions, where so many good toys have gone to die. I tried so hard to dig her out, with my hindquarters raised high in the air, as I didn't want her to slip from our memories too. Luckily I managed to save her from her tight fabric prison.
This weekend Mom came back from her errands with a renewed sense of hope.
"Look Finny, I got Dot some new batteries!" Mom said as she rooted around the couch looking for Dot. Lucky I had saved her or Cod only knows how long it would have taken Mom to find her.
Next thing I knew Mom had ripped the door off of Dot's home and was scooping out her guts like a surgeon. She slapped in the new guts and put the door back on and... nothing.
"Darn Dot! What the heck? Lemme try this again..." Mom said as she opened Dot's door again and dug in for a second time. "CLEAR!" She yelled out as she she shut Dot's door. A couple more whacks and...
Her red spot was once again sassy and bright. It was a small miracle which I then chased around the den. I'm so glad you're back my old elusive friend.