Wounded Warrior(ess)

I'm not sure that there is such a word as warrioress, but if there is I'm it.

Thank you ever so very much for all your good wishes yesterday.  I was slammed with a baseball bat I can tell you - out for the count until about 3.30am.  Then I scratched a bit, and do you know what happened?.  I was so pleased, because SHE came tottering down stairs, and took me on her lap for the rest of the night.  I don't think that she got much sleep, but I did.  It was so comforting to have her there, and I was cold because I had that Elizabethan collar thingy on, and I couldn't get into my warm snuggle.  She soon warmed me up with cuddles and a nice alpaca rug.

Today has been easier, but I'm only allowed outside if I have a pesky plastic bag over my leg.  I hate it, but needs must.  I sat outside for about half an hour while she puttered around getting her blip.  It was very pleasant.

I can get around quite easily, but I don't feel like any food, and I think the drugs are quite strong, because all I want to do is sleep.

SHE and HE are ever so pleased with me because I haven't tried to get the bandage off - not once, and not at all.  I don't mind it all that much, and it makes my paw feel a bit more comfortable.

All your good wishes made me feel better too, because SHE read every single one out to me.