Monday, late afternoon. Unseasonably warm and very windy, 64 degrees.
I thought that I might be able to post today, but I just cannot organize my thoughts. Tink ate for the vets, but she won’t eat for us. We’re trying to make sure she stays hydrated. The only one at home at risk is her brother, Pooh Bear (his name keeps changing). So far, he’s eating just fine, so I’m hoping.
Right now, though, I’m really worried about Tink. I’ll try again tomorrow.