I had a busy, stressful Monday at work. After work, I sent an email to an old friend, in light of her 60th birthday. I like the way that Beatrice comes and stands beside my side of the bed at 6:30, waiting for me to get her breakfast. She ate dry food for years. Her current breakfast is one-third of a can of a less dry food. She likes this breakfast. It is followed by her medicines in a pill pocket plus a treat. The n she usually gets in a morning nap.
from Dreamwidth, because two posts of the same text are twice as nice