We are home! There are no words to describe being home, on the other side of the transplant. Yay!
And the cat, who has been glaring at me and avoiding me since Beaux was called to the hospital, is now curled again at my side, my apparent best friend.
It appears I was the main suspect in the homeowner's disappearance. The cat suspected foul play.
Beaux's tired, but settled in nicely on his reclining couch, tickling Tiger with his fingertips. We have some challenges ahead, but this just feels marvelous to me.
This is a good day. March might even become my favorite month. And the hyacinths are blooming in the front yard!