Chapter 5
We both slept well that night, even with the anticipation of bringing Toto home the next morning. Although Shelby, Rip, Carrie, and several members of my family were eager to meet our new little one, we decided no fanfare was best.
Wilbur took to Toto right off. He sniffed her.
“Aww.”
Then, he offered up one of his toys, albeit one he rarely touched otherwise, a colorful, fluffy squeaky parrot we’d picked up when I had to wear the eyepatch to heal my ocular damage.
“Aww.”
And when Toto, a few hours into her arrival, chose Wilbur’s bed for a nap, instead of the one we had set up for her, Wilbur just climbed up on the sofa with us.
“Aww.”
After that, as we sat there watching reruns of Ghost Whisperer for the fiftieth day in a row, if not more, Toto grunted at my feet to com
