Stepped out of hot shower. Clad in my bathrobe.
Made hot chocolate. Sprinkled a dash of coffee. I love the aroma *sigh*.
I glanced around my bedroom. Tuah is sleeping soundly on my bed. He is such an angel, mama’s boy. Said my prayers of thanks to Allah that he is out of the woods *sigh of relief*. The young vet at the Animal Medical Centre didn’t expect he’d survive FIP. But I do, I’ve never given up on Tuah, not even once.
Perhaps, love is what keeps every being alive and well.
Love? *long sigh*. Is love going to happen to me?
Next up, some bedtime reading. Music to unwind.
Lovely night indeed…