Wails. Heart-wrenching sobs. Quivering lower lip, then howls that set the glass in the windows swaying a bit and make the cats dash for upstairs. Red, streaky, melty face and protesting body when I pick her up. The arching of the spine. She wants to be down, but wants to be near...
I finish the bottle and pop it into her trembling hands. And there's peace in the world again.
It's a little like having a junkie in the house.
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