Something happened to mom.
It was right after that crazy costume holiday. She vanished.
My person was gone day and night looking for her for a whole moon phase.
One day he came home and stopped looking. We haven’t seen her since.
I don’t know what happens to people when they go. Maybe she’s migrating and will come back? She’s never done anything like this before.
I know what happens to the people they leave behind. They’re quiet a lot. Sometimes they cry.
My person didn’t move off of the couch for what seemed like another moon phase. The noisy light box was off the whole time, and I wondered what he could be looking at. Seems every time I checked he was just staring out the window.
I got my regular hikes in during this time, but my person was… well, just different.
He’s starting to came back a little, though. His puppies are here a lot, so that probably helps.
I’m sorry to be out of touch for so long, and hope to get back to my regular correspondence. We’re sad mom is gone, but after all, we’re still here, and we’ll need to take care of one another.
I have a new chapter ready for my book, the last one written before mom left. My person has not been able to write anything since winter. I’m sure the fictional characters will understand. He seems to be getting a little better with each passing week, and he’s not glued to the couch and staring out the window anymore, so hopes are high we’ll get back to the Arctic soon.
That would suit me, ’cause around here, things are on the down turn. All the snow is gone, and my person already got out that awful giant vacuum cleaner that he drives around the lawn. (It’s bad enough he runs the one in the house as much as mom did- sheesh!)
The only saving grace is that we can move a little quicker now that he’s not wearing snowshoes.
Clear trails,
Sasha
Sasha of The Chukchi Sea 