My eyes fill with tears. "Mal," Cane whispers. She and I are soaking wet, our pitch black coats greying, our violent purple manes lightening to lilac. Only our bright green eyes gleam with life. She looks just like me.  We are sitting in the middle of a road in the pouring rain. I hug her to my chest, her fur rubbing on mine. "I'm right here." I whisper back.