Ar Hyd y Nos
As predicted, much pitiful mewing in the wee hours. And the not-so-wee hours. And the definitely not-even-close-to-being-wee hours.
She’s breaking my heart.
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It’s so hard to do anything with much joy when there is an animal in the house who is unhappy.
Ask me how I know.
Hope things get better….
Can’t think of a more appropriate song for the situation.
The poor little mite. And poor sleep-deprived caregivers 🙁
ew, about making up things,
my favorite music from ozzie is 33silent
Poor wee thing. Does she have to wear an e-collar?
When Dunkie has his allergies and has to wear his e-collar and he itches all over but can’t get to it and sometimes he whines, that breaks my heart. I can totally relate. You can’t explain things to them, either. "It’s not my fault!" you want to say.