Thank You

To those of you who heard my whimpering from under the porch, and reached a hand under the boards to stroke my muddy paws and say, "There, there," I say thank you.

To everyone who peered internetically, and telephonically, and textally, into my crawlspace to make sure I was still alive under there, and still Jane under there, though a little battered, I say thank you.

Even the Little Cat, in her kitty way, seemed to know when I was burritoed in my fuzzy blanket and weeping that what I needed was a display of exceptional cuteness (flopping alongside my head, purring madly, and patting at my wet face with her paws) to lure me back out into the sunshine.

I'm now laying in that warm spot in the dirt, catching my breath. It's okay to step over me for a few days. Pretty soon I'll be on my feet again, and you know, if you throw the Frisbee, I'll chase and gambol just like I always do.