Love is...

...when your Human gives you a yoghurt pot to lick!

With the tub up to his eyes, Sam is totally absorbed in his task and forgets, momentarily, about the anxiety he is experiencing at the moment. :(

I'm moving house, again. The 10th time in 9 years. The house I'm in is too big and too full of memories, not to mention on the fringes of the city and too expensive. So I'm moving into town, which I'm very excited about, but to Sam it means boxes and packing and that means change and anxiety. Since the house break-ins he has had problems with it and in the last week it's really become bad again.

This results in very little sleep for myself and my partner as Sam roams all night, getting trapped in rooms and scratching constantly to get into our bedroom. He wants to be in bed with me but I won't let him, so he just fights and cries and scratches all night. I'm so tired. And I hate seeing him unhappy.

But he loved his yoghurt pot and is currently chewing happily on a tennis ball.