The squirrel nodded and almost smiled at her. She felt the urge to kneel down and pet him. He’ll run away if I do. A message raced across her mind. “No, I won’t.” Slowly, she lowered herself. The squirrel stood firmly in place as she reached to stroke his head. He leaned into it like he had been waiting for years for that one simple gesture; that one stroke of love. He looked at her once again and scampered away.
The cabin was small, which was what she wanted. She was tired of cleaning, cooking, and taking care of others, and yet, who would she take care of now? Augtoro, Whisper’s guardian since the beginning of time, whispered, “Take care of you.”
She opened the hatch of her car and reached to pull out the first of her few belongings when a small grey squirrel scampered up to her feet, stopped, and looked her straight in the eye. “Well, hello,” Whisper said.