One Week Without Martha

My mother sent this photo she took of Martha Fauker sleeping in the same bed with Scout. Annie is in the second bed. Isn't that sweetness? It looks like Martha Fauker is looking at the camera, but really she's looking at my mother. She always had her eye on my mother because she wanted to be in the same room as her.

One week ago I came home from work and discovered Martha Fauker was no longer living. Last night I was thinking about our last night together all night. Martha Fauker woke up 2:00 AM a week ago Monday night. I took her outside where she peed. For the next two hours Martha made laps in our bedroom. She wandered around our room and bathroom without a destination or purpose. She'd get caught in corners for a moment, and then she'd start making laps again. I put her in her bed, but she'd just get up again. Finally, at 4:00 AM I got in the floor next to her bed and held her down when she tried to get up to make laps. She finally went to sleep. I got up for work at 6:30 AM. I like to think about the two and half hours I slept next to Martha in the floor last Monday night. It's a nice memory. She felt the love. I felt the love.