Hank waits by my feet

Hank waits by my feet
Originally uploaded by juliejordanscott

Last night I prepared to sleep when I noticed something missing. My footwarmer with a heartbeat wasn't in his place, keeping my feet warm.

I called his name, "Hankie!" and I heard his feet scurrying towards me.

He is getting older, so it takes concentrated effort to leap onto the bed. I tapped my feet on his spot. "Here you go, boy, here you go..." and alley-oop, there he went.

All is right with the world when Hank is asleep by my feet.