Swiftcurrent Creek Sans sang

She nodded, and closed her eyes together.

When she opened them, there was an apology in them.

I come to speak for her; but she is gone,

She wished he could read her mind. So when he continued, and asked if something had come up, she nodded again.

With one long forelimb, she raised a paw. Wriggling her toes, she traced a line from her heart, and then away from herself, as far as she could stretch her limb, and then set it down.

It was humiliating to speak in charades like this- but there was hope.

The man mentioned a name; she uttered a light chuff. It was indeed medical, but not something she had ever been able to remedy on her own. Having found the pits of her own dignity, she was not above asking for a second opinion.