In sickness and in health
Ada and I have been sick.
I caught a cold.
Ada had teeth extracted.
We have been taking care of one another.
She sits on me and purrs.
I administer pain killers, anti-biotic, and soft foods.
Every now and again we sit still and stare at each other.
Love radiates between us.
This morning we are both much better.
She is back to playing with her toy mice.
I am sniffling much less.
I wonder, how does anyone survive without Ada?