Shiloh whimpered and gazed at me with sad eyes. She suffered, and it was all my fault. Mommy was right. I shouldn’t have brought her on the trip. I don’t even remember why I was so adamant she come except because Mommy didn’t want her to. My poor baby! I hoped it wasn’t anything serious. The only lady next to me kept trying to get me to join her conversation, but I couldn’t concentrate on anything else but Shiloh.
Finally, the doctor called us back, and he examined my baby. I let out all the air in my lungs when he said it was just a squirrel bite and she needed a shot. When we got home, I made sure she was comfortable and gave her all the hugs and smoochies and attention I didn’t give her in the jungle. I’ll never put her in harm’s way ever again. I hope she’ll forgive me.
