Watching me watching you

Jess had a good night, very little coughing, but wanted to go outside at 6.30am. I slept for the second night downstairs on my parents (very comfortable) sofa, which over the last 50 years I’ve spent many a night on, so I could be sure I would hear her if she were distressed.

12 hours later and she’s hardly moved. I’ve managed to get the pills down her by wrapping them in smoked salmon (should have been my lunch), but other than that she’s not eaten.

She’s a bit wobbly but likes to have me in her sights so I’ve worked from home today (thank you Andrew). Tail still wagging if rather slowly.