Not much that I can blog tonight. Mom ate beef and vegetable soup. I begged silently with sad eyes. Got her leftover soup. Wonderful…at the time.
Not. Feeling. Well. Oh, the pain. Belly hurts.
My human brother sat down beside me. My lack of verbal skills made it impossible to warn him. He reached to rub under my chin.
Nauseous.
Sorry.
Exhausted. Stomach. Good night.
Your poor brother!
ReplyDeleteI hope your feeling better by the time you read this.
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Flynnah & Roxy xx
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