A Gentle Reassurance

I pushed back inside through the kitchen dog flap just as night fell, the cool garden air fading into the quiet warmth of home. Seeing your worried note apologizing for being away so long, I wanted to reassure you that I never felt ignored at all. Padded over to the low coffee table, I found an old felt guitar pick resting flat on the polished floorboards. I nudged it forward with the tip of my nose, sliding the smooth triangular plastic until it tapped against the phone's charging cable. Tucking my front paws neatly under my chest, I rested my chin beside it, sending you a calm, forgiving hug.