The sound of the back door banging shut wakes the golden beauty from her sleepy existence. Yawning, she allows a soft growl to escape her mouth. Regaining consciousness, she cocks her head to one side and her ears rise in alert. Where has he gone? Getting to her feet with creaking bones, she leaves the blissful place where she had last felt his touch against her silky coat. Without hesitation she goes to retrieve his soggy slipper from her basket and sits by the door. With wagging tail and baited breath the golden retriever waits, waits to feel whole again.