01.21.06 :: 9:04 am

little stoosh is home after surgery, sporting a cone and some ghastly looking stitches.

she was in bad shape last night, in a lot of pain. her cries were different than the usual "i'm hungry" or "pay attention to me" whimpers. This was really fucking sad and at one point I couldn't take it and I started crying along with her.

She's hopped up nicely on pain meds, though.

And today, she was running around outside like she didn't even know she had a cone on her head. She knocks into trees and furniture now and startles the hell out of herself.

It'd be funnier if it wasn't so pitiful.

Ah, Saturday. I've been looking for you.
We're going to have some fun and relaxation today.

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