Death’s brother, Sleep.
- Virgil
Some days I want to tell Nimbus that we won’t sleep until it’s all over so that we don’t miss a minute.
She must have not read the dog instruction manual that says to hide or avoid us when not feeling well as most dogs do. The worse she feels, the closer she wants to be to us - scrambling up onto our bed, in-between us until she reaches the end and burrows her head into our pillows or under our necks.
