I woke up last week, at 5 am, to an unread text. This is my usual wake up time, due to an elderly pug with a faulty internal alarm. Poppy likes to wake up hard. She doesn’t care about roosters or the sun or anything but her own tummy. There’s no whining, scratching, barking – no warning. There’s just the primeval shriek. “Batman,” she screams. I know it’s hard to imagine. Go to YouTube, and type in Pug Says Batman. I feel like we need to be on the same page here. First things first, I check my phone. It helps to know what I’m dealing with, you see. If it’s 1 am, I need to scoop her and run so she doesn’t wake the other three dogs. If it’s 5, like the morning in question, I might as well grab the trifecta (phone, glasses, pj pants), and hobble into the living room with all dogs in tow. Flipping my phone over, I saw two things: 4:59 am and a bubble that read “Karen Graham – Text Message.” Hurriedly, I opened the text. Karen is my long distance BFF and a dear co-worker from my old corporate job. At first, the 1:30 am time stamp alarmed me, until I remembered she was likely in Cali, though with the life of a pandemic stage traveling sales trainer, one never knows. My breath caught in my throat as I read the text. “Just wanted you to hear it from me. Bernie died.” I couldn’t move. Then, the pug screamed Batman.
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