I don't want to admit the day is coming.
Last night while Ben and I were devouring our cornish game hens with lip smacking intensity, Makiah started whimpering. I looked down and she was stuck under my chair, unable to get up. Her front legs sprawled out, her yelp jolted panic through my body and I levitated off my chair, moving it from on top of her. I bent down and gently petted her so she didn't freak out and then she got up, shook things off and walked away like nothing happened.
Not yet. Her day isn't here yet.