My Baby

I saw the baby quilt – a rare, classic find: double layered and beautiful beyond mere tradition.

I had purchased it for our future – for the dream of having more children.

My puppy eats everything. It’s just the stage she is in.

A few minutes ago, myself shivering from a window left open, I turned on the heater after closing out the night’s damp chill.

Our pup was in her crate, stoically and bravely also shivering.

I looked around for a blanket less harmful to her if it is chewed and devoured.

I couldn’t find anything suitable – and then I found the quilt.

I brought her out of her crate and snuggled her in front of the heater for a moment, then took it from its shelf and laid it down for her with the tiny tassle tie-offs folded inward.

(She’ll become enamored of them, in the morning.)

She looked at it and immediately went in to stand on it, recognizing it as a gift.

Then, after thinking for a moment, she lay down and curled on top of it.

I just now heard from her a sigh of contentment.

If she destroys it – for this evening – it’ll be worth it.