It's 1:40am and Mrs. G. just woke up because she needed to pee. While she was simultaneously rousing herself awake and persuading herself she didn't really need to leave the warmth of her bed, she could surely hold it until morning, she heard Chewie pad over to the bedroom door, which is his unwaivering signal that he needs to go.
Mrs. G. laid in the bed a minute considering the following:
1) Chewie can read her mind.
2) Chewie is her spirit animal
3) Chewie is so selfless he spontaneously wakes up to pee in solidarity.
4) Chewie was trying to soft soap Mrs. G. into thinking it was morning so he could get an early start on breakfast.
They both did their business. Chewie ambled back to bed and Mrs. G. felt the need to document this moment before she goes back to sleep and it floats away by morning.
Miracle? No. Worth scribbling about in the wee hours of the morning? Questionable. Dotty thinking? Maybe.
But she thought it was sweet.