July 8, 2016 by Petrea
Wilma’s 4th of July
“You’re home you’re home you’re home I thought you were never coming back what was all that noise it was horrible awful and I didn’t know where you were WHERE WERE YOU MONKEYS and what was that banging and booming it was BAD it was like the shelter but LOUDER and I was afraid it would never stop and”
“and I was scared I was so scared it was noisy out there and I stayed on the couch but you were out in the noise and I didn’t know where but”
“where were you I was worried sick see sick on the floor right there see sorry sorry about the sick but I thought you were dead!”
“Wilma, sweetie, it’s okay, baby, calm down, shh.”
I sit on the floor beside her (avoiding the little puddle of barf) and stroke her to calm her nerves. “Good girl, Wilma, good girl.”
She’s panting. I try to explain.
“See, it’s the fourth of July and we went to a party, and…”
Wilma throws herself into my lap, exhausted.
“DON’T EVER DO THAT AGAIN, MONKEY LADY.”
I kiss her, then pet her head until she finally relaxes. “We won’t do it again, Wilma, I promise.”
And we won’t. We promise.
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