When I picked her up to come home for supper yesterday, William jumped in her lap–the ONLY time he is allowed in the front seat! There he was, leaning blissfully against her, front paw raised, eyes half closed, looking like he could stay there forever.
“I guess he likes his scrummy titched,” she said earnestly.
We giggled about that the whole way home!
She wasn’t feeling up to par. The doctor’s suggestions seemed to have cleared up the worst of her digestive problems, but she is still plagued with off-and-on stomach upsets. We’re going to try a simple test that could indicate lactose intolerance, which often has symptoms like hers. That would be too bad, as she has always been a big milk drinker.
When she’s feeling good, she’s sharp and right on top of things. But these many days when she’s just a bit under the weather are lost to her memory. I hate to see her drifting in and out like this. Follow up with the doc is next week.