It was finally time. We watched her open the door, test the wind with a finger beside her cap, and step outside the veranda, her hand just lingering. As if she’d take that step back. As if this faith was not real.

But we called — we chirrped; we who-whooed; we rustled — and she stepped down. She fiddled with the music and called her dog. They took it slowly up the driveway. Cardinal thought she looked funny in her bulky coat, black sweats, and black knit hood. Humming thought she looked grand and just this-side of warmed over. Toad just wished she’d make the dog stop smellng others’ behinds!

She walked on — even though it wasn’t easy. We saw her limp a few times. It worried us, but Antie said she was just dancing a little to the music. Squirrel-Ana chipped that she better not over do it. It’s a 5K Run, for goodness sake! Her little dog, Ginger, told us not to worry, that she’d get her to the back yard where it was safe.

The music was cranking, though; we heard it. Bon Jovi, and Theory of a Deadman cracked us up. But when “Jessie’s Girl” came on, we know — we knew our girl was back!.

She stayed with us the whole half hour even though it was tough. But Michael Jackson told her not to stop ’til she’d had enough — and boy, she didn’t!

We might not see her again for a couple of days, but we think she’ll be back soon. There’s just something about the early days of spring that make you feel young and watched over. And we will watch over her. Every little step she takes.

****My slice is based off a prompt today that said: “Start a piece with the line: It was finally time.” and the walk I took around ten-thirty. Four days after chemo-round-two seemed like a good day to walk….and I think the little animals/critters were with me!

Here are some little inspirations I saw along the way:

Vodpod videos no longer available.