Shaking from such joy and filled with the sense of justice served, I slowly slid one furry arm across my eyes, wiping away the well of tears that symbolized the pain and trouble dished out to Molly and me. Beauregard was but a faint memory, a mere spanner in the works in our quest to belong to Columbia Falls.
I slowly crept up behind Molly (which was hard considering she had as good a sense of hearing as me) and locked her in a loving embrace. As her muzzle nuzzled against mine, I whispered to her, "I wonder how you'll teach when the children are climbing all over you?"
She chuckled, replying, "No idea, but it's fine as long as you're better than a normal officer. Beauregard and Smith will be tossing around in their coffins."
"Two huge nails in both I take it?" I mused, to a series of laughter from my tigress.
"You've got work to do tomorrow, George. Show your fellow officers why you deserve this. Go on, honey."
For the first time in a long while, the night provided for sweet and peaceful sleep.