The Little is sick today.
I know she’s really sick when she’s stays plastered to my side all day. She’s usually very independent and can’t be bothered with me unless she needs food or drink.
As much as it tears my heart up that she’s sick and in pain, I enjoy snuggling in bed with her.
Poor girl has had to be the rational and level headed one the last few weeks, taking care of me and wiping my tears away. Now once again, our roles have reverted, as we lay in bed watching Peter Rabbit while I gently rub her back.
All is as it should be.