Tomorrow Dr.Laste-Chance would let them know if she thought PJ
Wigglebee had any chance of surviving the illness he was fighting day and
night, breath by breath.
"It's time to go to sleep." said Mommy Cricket.
"I can't sleep," said PJ.
"I can't stop thinking about tomorrow," said PJ. "No stories
will help me tonight."
"There must be something to help you feel better," said Patrick in
a fatherly voice, "there is always something to help us feel better."
"Well, there is one thing I'm really worried about," said PJ meekly.
"Are you afraid you are going to die?" asked Daddy Patrick.
"Do you love me?" asked PJ Wigglebee. "Do you love me no matter
Cricket wished her little puppy could see into her heart and know
how deeply she loved him. She didn't know how to convince him that
he was the center of his pawrents' world.
"Want me to tell you a secret?" she smiled.
"I love secrets," said PJ.
Cricket whispered into PJ's floppy puppy ear.
"Daddy Patrick and I want to adopt you because you are the Best Puppy
in the World. Grannie Annie is working on your adoption papers."
"Are you going to sign them if I don't get better?" asked PJ.
"We most certainly will sign them," said Daddy Patrick.
"You heard our secret," laughed PJ.
"It's no secret little pup," said Daddy Patrick. "We
are paws-over-tails crazy about you. You mean the world to us. Mommy
Cricket loves you, I love you, Henry and Molly and Wigglebus love you,
and even Mr. Remington loves you...."
As Patrick and Cricket named everyone they could think of that loved
their little puppy, PJ Wigglebee finally fell fast asleep.
If the news was good tomorrow, it wouldn't come fast enough.
If the news was bad, they wanted to avoid hearing it as long as pawssible.