"Mommy, I don't feel good," he said, shaking Cricket awake.
"I know little man," Cricket said, holding him close. "In a
little while we will see the doctor."
"Mommy, what if I'm dying?" said the puppy. "Will you be sorry
you 'dopted me?"
The question broke Cricket's heart. "Of course not sweetie,"
she said softly.
Someday we'll bark with angels, while fluffy white clouds dance.
But fur now we are together, so while I have the chance,
I pawmise you I love you, fur whatever time we're given.
When one of us must leave this earth, our love will stretch to heaven.
When one of us must leave this earth, our love will reach there too.
Furever is longer than the earth and how long I'll love you!"
"Can my other mommy stretch her love from heaven?" he asked.
"Of course she can," smiled Cricket. "She has never stopped
loving you. I'm sure she is watching over you right now, and she
is very proud of you for being so brave. Now go get washed up, it's time
to get up and go to Boston."
"All right my little Pajama Prince," smiled Cricket. "Go out
and sit with Grampy Henry while I wake up Dad and we get ready."
"Prince? Me? I like the sound of that," smiled Scruffy. "I
am a Pajama Prince!"
"And Pajama Princes must be very brave," said Cricket.
"Well your Royal Princeliness," said Henry, "Did you brush your royal
teeth and take your royal medicine?"
"Yes, I did," said Scruffy. "I'm going to the hospital today."
"We are all going with you," smiled Henry. "In the Royal Wigglebus."
Scruffy had so much fun pretending to be a prince, that for a little
while he forgot how scared he was.