A thread of sorrow for so many. I know yet another mother who lost her son in a horrible wreak this past Sunday. She’s never referred to the father of her young grandson as a “step.”
So I pray for there to be a happy resolution here - that please may there be mercy to spare on a humble creature who brings so much joy and comfort.
So horrible...:(
Poor woman, poor grandson.
I’m almost afraid to say it but whatever the prayer warriors are doing, keep doing it!
She’s suddenly not arched up in pain and just scarfed down a whole bowl milk and half a pound of ground turkey!
She’s more alert and was even trying to nip my heels as I walked ahead of her into the kitchen!
She’s not all there yet but the difference pretty is pretty dramatic from just an hour ago.
She’s following her dad around as he fixes her pink binky up for her.
Her head and neck are even not moving so weird now!
I’m afraid to hope but I am!