After getting in bed, I read for a few minutes before turning off the Kindle. I always fall right to sleep and nothing wakes me up but I was awakened within half an hour of having fallen asleep by rain pounding on the metal roof. It was really coming down and briefly, it sounded like small hail hitting the window. Then I saw lightning in the distance and knew if it thundered, Rita was going to panic and who knew how long it would take her to calm down.
It took a few minutes but as the storm moved closer, the thunder was audible and, as expected, Rita instantly became a basket case. My spot in the bed was too warm. I didn’t want to get up and get her Thunder Shirt. The rain was not in our forecast, and thunder was definitely absent from the forecast, at least the one I saw. If I know there’s a chance of thunder, I stick the Thunder Shirt by the bed. But, not last night!
The rain lasted only a few minutes but it was very hard rain so I was hoping we had received a decent amount. The weather station tells me it was .13 inches. Not enough!
As the storm moved out of our area, we could still hear the thunder. Rita probably heard it much longer than I did. I thought maybe if I kept my hand very near her, not touching her but close enough that she knew I was there, she would relax. She didn’t. As the thunder was growing more and more distant, she put her paw on my hand . . maybe for assurance that I was close and she wasn’t alone . . and she went back to sleep.
I wonder if she was born afraid of the thunder or, if something in her past has taught her to be afraid of the thunder. I wonder how long she lived in the woods before we rescued her. I saw her in the driveway and it was about two weeks before Vince caught her. I looked at the weather history for the month before we got her and that was .2″ of rain once . . September . . never much rain that time of year. We’ll never know why she is the way she is. She doesn’t want to be held. She bristles when we pet her. She wants to be left alone . . but know we are nearby.
Many of you have written me to thank us for what we do for the stray/wild critters out here. It’s rescuing Rita and giving her a safe home that makes me happiest . . even when she keeps me awake at night because of thunder. I hope that if ever I’m terribly afraid, there will be someone there to keep their hand near me to remind me I am not going through it alone.