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?