Coco is on the mend.
Not back to normal. Not back to the way she was, but it’s still early! There are still, like, ten days according to the doctors that it should take for her to recover, so how much better she is already is a huge positive sign.
She still stumbles. She still loses her balance. She still has a head tilt. But, she can pick up speed when she walks, now. She can navigate corners, and she can look at me and keep her eyes still.
Oh…I love her so much. She sleeps next to me in bed, right up by my head. She has a little spot in between our pillows. That’s where she is right now. And she’s so SOFT right now. So alive. So warm and reassuring.
I always wanted to sleep in bed with my animals growing up. But, they were always outside animals, and not supposed to be in the house. I would gladly have slept with my cats every night. And they would try to come sleep with me, too. Dark Vader (yes…Dark, not Darth) would sneak up into the attic from the back room of the house and come all the way up through to the front of the house where my bedroom was, jump up and through a crawlspace my dad had opened up, and plop right down onto my head purring and kneading me. I don’t know why I didn’t just let her sleep with me. Probably because she woke me up. I’d go and put her outside. I should have just kept her in bed…
But, now I get to live the dream.
She wakes me up every morning, wanting me to get out of bed and make her food, excited for the day, happy to see me, being all stretchy and snuggly. It’s the best.
She’s my baby girl. My old lady.
I wiped out, you guys. I had a bunch of work stuff that was all due today, and I got it all done. Had a couple great client sessions. Some stuff on the “project.” It was a busy, busy day, and I am wiped the eff out.
Tomorrow…I’m hoping I can get back to the normal routine and make up some ground. Get back ahead as opposed to just barely keeping my head above water.
Wish me luck.
Goodnight Coco. Night to you too.