Being Missed

I was missed.

That’s a nice feeling, you know? To have both man and beast miss your presence when you have been away. It warms the heart.

I woke up in the night to discover this scene around me. Arnie was curled up near my chest, with his little head resting on my shoulder. Anneliese was cuddled up to the bend in my knees. And Hubby was sleeping facing me, holding my hand. He almost never does that.

I smiled. What a nice scene this was.

Someone was missing! Where was Greta?

Panic!

I slowly got up and still looking at my little human and doggy family with loving eyes, I went out to the kitchen. I called to Greta, but there was no response. I took the little flash light we have there and brought it into the bedroom. Then carefully I knelt down and I shined the beam of light under the bed. There she was, wide awake and staring right back at me.

I turned off the flashlight and climbed back into bed, happy that she was okay and not missing.

A moment later Greta hopped up onto the bed and strong pawed Arnie out of his spot. Then she curled up and kissing my face, let me know, that she too had missed me.

Thankfully, everything was right with my world!