So. I mentioned that Annie woke me up in the wee hours of the morning with an adrenaline-inducing tap on my back.
She then proceeded to cough incessantly…
…until I stumbled downstairs to get her some cough medicine.
I came back upstairs to find her sleeping soundly on my floor, sans cough medicine; I never went back to sleep.
Her? Oh, never fear; she coped… she sacked right out with her blanket and pillow and slept contentedly for HOURS, right there on the carpet.
I had to step over her to get ready for work, as she slept soundly, peacefully, beautifully through the process.
It doesn’t seem fair, does it?
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