Cathy awoke to the sound of rain tapping at the window. Oliver was no longer at her side, but when she turned over, she saw a form under the covers on the cot across from her. She’d almost forgotten Nancy had stayed the night.
“Nancy, wake up,” she whispered, checking her alarm clock. It was almost seven, and Steve would be there soon. She hoped the rain wouldn’t get too heavy. The only pet memorial service her grandmother had ever cancelled for weather-related issues was when a winter storm brought two feet of snow to Buttercup Bend the day before Mrs. Baxter’s poodle was scheduled to be buried. Her grandmother now advised those who lost pets in the winter to make use of their cremation vault. Thinking of her grandmother, Cathy realized she must’ve come in during the early morning hours
