The headache is still there. Still. I daydream of cutting my head off.

To see Cooper sleeping in the floor beside me, eyes half open, his paws crossed,  dreaming of squirrels and belly rubs, is a joy. When he stretches he moos like a cow. The rough patches on his elbows from sleeping on rough wood and concrete night after night are almost healed. He is lovely, and I love him so much already.