The Sentinels of all the human misery, and all the waste of life

Blue smiled softly at the girls puppy gait, the awkward shuffle and tail wag. It was beyond cute and she wasn't quite sure what was sweeter the girls obvious affection for her, or the way she wobbled towards her. They were growing so fast their girls. Sometimes too fast. It felt as if Blue had merely blinked and they were already beginning to talk and walk and see and hear. It did her heart good to see them so hale, but it also saddened her in a way that only motherhood could. She was emensely proud of all her children, but there was always the soft sense of loss as they grew and no longer needed her. 

She bent to the girl, nose to nose and smiled at her. She liked her head as she grew near her. Hello Deirdre