Doesn’t mean the angel will give me any slack in the morning or not bite my ankles to get me up and get her breakfast.
At least she doesn’t keep a grudge. We took Holly to the V-E-T and got her drugged out and shaved in places. Do you know how many books a hair haircut would get you? 20 new at least. 80 used. ugh.
On the other hand, hubby had a nightmare and she ran across the house and up the stairs and nuzzled his face and curled up by his shoulder.
She has some concern. I stood up underneath an open bookshelf drawer and saw stars, fell, and she came and sniffed my crumpled form, sat a bit, looked me in the eye, presumably checking for even pupil dilation then high tailed it away presuming that I’ll live.
We’ve lived with her for 2 years, almost, so longer than she was alive before we met. Another 10 years to go.