I am cooking for Nutty twice a day, preparing all
the supplements, this in itself not difficult but it’s hard sometimes tempting
him to eat. Often I hand feed him which he likes and I enjoy being close to
him and having the physical contact. I try to embed it in my memory so that
when he has gone I can remember.
I love the way his little warm tongue licks my hand
so gently, persistently and trustingly. He is like a little bird taking
sustenance from his mother. I am just back from taking them all for a walk,
which I really dislike, always have. It is easier now Nutty is in his pram, but
today the pram veered all over the place, it was only on the way back that I
figured out one of the brakes was on.
Nutty is as perky as always. Barked and galloped about
gravel park today with the Tinies. Now I am poaching him his chicken before
preparing to meet up with C and S, two of my oldest and nicest girlfriends, a
long awaited treat as we rarely get together these days but love it when we do.
Boyfriend on a Short Fuse has been out all day
visiting his youngest son. Oh I hope he returns in a good mood. It’s hard
enough coping with all this without dealing with him too. He was OK this
morning though.
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