I ordered the pillow. I didn’t exactly tell him it was from her, but I didn’t correct him when he made the assumption either.
The happiness on his face.
The connection and security he has found.
It may not have been the textbook correct solution to the dilemma, but I have no regrets.
They don’t make textbooks for these things anyway.
ps – that night was the one our pup Lilly passed away. I had just given Sprout the pillow a few hours earlier, clueless to just how much comfort he would be needing that night. A mother’s intuition, I guess.