Maisy was on walk about downstairs, as she often is because Maisy has the soul of a 50 year old park ranger, when I heard her cry out as if in pain.
Owen and I drop what we’re doing to run to her aid.
Maisy is crying because:
She didn’t ask to go out and was denied. She simply walked by an open door and was hit so profoundly by the thought that she wasn’t outside that she began to weep.