Lovely afternoon today, walking Bea Bea through what remains of the forest. The tree here, a walnut, is one we stop at and Bea Bea lies in the shade. Not sure how old the tree is, but it has weathered years. I've hugged this tree and witnessed Bea Bea turning jealous, as though to say, "why not me?" But not today. Today, she lay in the shade resting off what has been a storm she has weathered. To the vet in the morning, a sample, and onto even brighter days. She's getting better, drier, still bundled in organic disposables, but comfortable now at rest on her pillow.