Little Visitor

Going by my memory, many years ago my mother called.

As I was sitting by the dining area speaking to my mother on the phone. I noticed what looked like a little dog’s tail in the reflection of the window; it appeared to be one of our dogs’ tails, but I brushed it off, once again thinking it was my imagination. My mother then told me some news while we were on the phone — that our little Jack Russell, Tiffany, had passed away. The realization slowly sank in that it was Tiffany I had actually seen. I was heartbroken, yet strangely comforted that she had come to visit me; Tiffany had always known how much I loved her. The fact that it had been a reflection in the window made me hesitate and doubt but eventually I understood that it was truly her.