Don't Leave Me

Don't Leave Me

We’re packing up to head home to Nash.

Mocha’s always fed in Paula’s office. We were going to leave her in there to eat, but she knows we are packing, so I ended up sitting in a comfy chair in there with her while she ate.

At first she was eating with her butt toward me while she scarfed down her food, but that did not ensure adequate sightlines for making sure I hadn’t left.

So she shifted over so she could take a bite, then look at me.

Take a bite, confirm I’m still there.

We’re not leaving you, Goof.