Jim laid down beside Maggie and cried. He tucked his body against hers and put his arm around her and she inhaled deeply and exhaled, deeply again and with a sigh. The bellow of her breathing under his arm as it rose and fell and his face against the crown of her head and his nose buried against her. She smelled of earth, not dirty and unclean but plain, natural, and she stretched sleepily in the comfort of his hold. When he ran his fingers over her belly and through her fur she sighed again and they fell asleep like that each soaking in the other’s sadness.