Another Maudlin Moment

Last evening, my father and I went down to our daylight basement to an area seldom traversed in our old home. The lack of foot traffic has kept the pile in this portion of the house more or less pristine. When I moved a table to allow dear old dad entry to the office, he pointed out a surprise. "Look," said my father, "Lily left paw prints on the floor". Indeed, I saw she had- Lily left her mark, those paw prints on our carpet, in our home, across our lives, and deep in our hearts.