Who Needs Feather Pillows Anyway
Earlier this week our darling Ursula (who is now much larger than those photos) was spayed. The boys have been lovingly concerned about her well-being. They have made certain that she had a soft bed consisting of my best feather pillows, comfort food such as Goldfish crackers and raisins, a family heirloom blankie to chew on, more attention than a celebrity and have reminded me numerous times to check her "intestines"...also known as her incision.
But the cutest moment (of which I have no photos because I was caught up in the preciousness) came when they wrote get well cards for Ursula...got on the floor with her...held the cards to her face...and read them to her. I have no doubt that she understood every word.
Yes, these are the same boys who wrestle one another to near death and make fake farts.

























