July 19, 2017

White Dog was already cuddled in my lap but she moved over to allow Opal to crawl up at my side to press against me.

"Momma, I do not feel so good.!"

White Dog, who has just started feeling better, hopped down. "Oh no, the plague continues."

I wrapped my arm around Opal, stroked her face,  and promised she WOULD get well.

1 comment:

meowmeowmans said...

We are a few days behind, so we are just seeing this now. We are sorry you're not feeling well, Opal. Sending love and healing prayers that you are better soon.