As soon as Annie put the boy in my old jacket and against her chest, he went from feisty to calm and sleepy. It was amazing. He seemed to fall into a coma. On the road, we started to worry about the guy, tried to get him to open his eyes. He did a little, but opened them wide when we finally pulled off Live Oak to Lambrose Canyon, where the road gets bumpy and slow. He knew he was back home.
When we let him inside my folks' home, he immediately owned the place. He stretched and checked out his old toys. My mom was ecstatic. “He’s so happy!” she kept saying. And he was. He soon made his rounds, rubbing his little tail on everybody’s legs, going from room to room, exploring the closet, inspecting his food bowl. He sure is an independent little guy.
The boy was back in his element, and it was good. We all rejoiced quietly. We were very happy, at least for the moment.