#161 – Dance Break

Dear Diary, I woke up as I felt Momma stirring next to me. It was early morning the day after the Fat One had brought her home from her emergency surgery. We we...

#160 – Coming Home

Dear Diary, As we lay in bed, the Fat One stirred. I stretched my front legs out, yawned, and tried to pull Momma close to me. But my paws felt only air. I open...

#159 – Scared

Dear Diary, I lay in bed nestled between the Fat One’s left arm and chest, but I can’t sleep. Momma is very sick, and I am beside myself with worry. And scared....