Gabie and Chloe lie on their backs, gazing at the tumbling white clouds. Gabie sniffs the sweet breeze as the scents pull through the air like ribbons — grass, mint, pine trees in the distance, vetiver, dandelions. He sighs with pure bliss, and his small head turns to look at his friend.
“This is all so nice…”
Chloe nods.
“…and I feel so good! Chloe, nothing hurts at all,” he whispers.
Another deep sigh, and Chloe looks at her new friend.
“All we miss is our guardians, but the Wolf says they will come for us,” murmurs Chloe.
“And we can wait,” smiles Gabie. He looks at the sky, with clouds moving in the blue.
“They miss us,” says Chloe softly.
“And you miss them,” comes a deep rumble, “but time in the Meadow is different from time elsewhere.” The Great Wolf smiles down at the two sweet cats, lounging in the grass nearby. His footsteps are so quiet that it is as though he suddenly appears, just in time to bring comfort.
“Chloe, Gabie, look!” and a small ferret wriggles in between the two friends. “That cloud there, that one, that looks just like..um…like…uh…”
“It looks just like our Jasper,” and the Wolf leans over to kiss each of the three sweet creatures.
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“The Wolf, the Meadow, and the Bridge”
Lauretta M. Gordon – © 2012