Today, I am a new me. I am alive again. After a couple of days of heat, it is again cool, and I am renewed.
Such a relief. It was like living inside of an oven, despite the air conditioning.
Anyway, SHE has promised to take me to the groomers to get rid of some of this fur. Don't get me wrong; I do get a brushing every day, but it's not enough to really clean out all the dead fur, especially around my face and neck.
And to make the day simply perfect, we get to get roasted chicken for dinner - cooked from scratch.
(PS - I don't think I'm supposed to know this, but it's 6 months today since Mishy died - I feel like I have been here forever).