It seems like forever now. Forever that we've been a family. I no longer think, my "New Family" I no longer think of "Them" It's always "us". Although I still sometimes think of "Me", when my thoughts are singular is seldom now. There is just no way to think of things ever having been different than they are now.
We do everything together now. My sister Molly, and I are always together. We have not been separated since I arrived. Even when mon and dad have to go somewhere. Either we tag along for the walk, jump into the car or truck, or we stay home snuggled on our mats waiting for their return.
They always return. It took me a long time to realize that. They ALWAYS return.

I can remember a time when I felt a pang of panic when they walked out the door.
A time when even mom going downstairs to do laundry set my heart racing into panic mode. I would dash after her, as fast as my stiffened, old legs would let me go. I always found her and she always smiled and said, "Hi buddy, Im not going anywhere. Im still here." Then she'd rub my ears and pat my head. She'd scratche my neck and reassure me. I will just lay down where she is and wait for her to go back upstairs. I don't always dash so quickly after her now. Sometimes I can tell by the hour of the day or the sounds that I hear. I know where she is going and what she is doing. I have come to know that when she is going out the door or to an area that is, by my standards too far away, she will call me and I can follow her less hurried. Sometimes I can just rely on Molly. She never seems too worried about where mom and dad are going. I think one day I might feel that way too. For now Im going to keep my senses alert. They might really need my help one day and I want to be ready in case they do.