Patricia

Scratch. Rising from the warmth into the chilly air, mom emerges to let the dog, then dogs, out. Another plunge between the covers before a more muffled scratch. Foggy headed, mom lets in one, waits, lets in two more, then the fourth. Slumbering again, she awakens to … scratch.
Breakfast is kibble & canned. The groggy mom, after years of the routine, has added something special. “Rest in peace my lovelies”.