"See you later, Scrag. Have fun!" I said to her that Monday morning on my way out to work. She was outside my window taking a morning nap. I lightly scratched behind her ear as she turned her head up towards me.I knew what her day was going to be like. Frolicking in the grass, sleeping on the terrace, playing with her Mommy and Poppy, patrolling around the fence, and maybe even catching an insect or two (hopefully not a lizard). I took to work with me the image of her sleeping under my window in the soft morning sun.
I got home from work late that afternoon. Usually, Scraggy runs up to meet me as I enter the gate. That day, she did not. It was already time for her dinner and I knew she'd be hungry, so I called out her name. She didn't come. I walked to the backyard thinking, "She's probably stalking some poor lizard again." But she wasn't there.
