Brigit
The dog lay in bed, snuggled back against her partner and fellow pack member. While it might appear she was dozing, she was unable to sleep. Her nose hurt from where she’d banged it against the inside of the windshield, and she felt too agitated to relax. Megan’s phone ringing out of the blue hadn’t helped, either.
She settled her head on her paws and heaved a heavy sigh. Zoe seemed to sense something was wrong. Cats were dumb creatures, so inferior to dogs, but every once in a while Zoe showed some signs of intelligence. The cat stood next to the bed, rose up to put her paws on the side of the mattress, and extended her nose to sniff Brigit’s face.
A second later, she hopped up onto the bed and began to lick Brigit’s forehead with her raspy tongue. Slick, slick, slick. Brigit didn’t like that her head would smell like fish bits, but she appreciated Zoe’s concern. She gave the cat’s face a lick in return.
Oddly, Zoe’s salmon-scented licks were just the comfort Brigit needed. Slick, slick, slick. She felt her mind finally drifting off …