A sense of peace.

My son came to drop Mothra off. I will be dog sitting for the week. She is old and in need of constant care. When he first brought her home, eight years or so ago, he was moving in with me for six months, which turned into three years. I grew to love her dearly. And when they moved out, I had to adjust not only to missing my son but his dog as well. Now having her here is like a long-lost love returning to visit. She will nuzzle down under the covers and lay against my belly at night. During the day, I will walk her around the block along the same route we followed when she was young, when I was young.