I’m just recovering from having had a very hard time. Very. She’s back now, but my person was gone for two weeks. TWO! Oh, she left my other people to take care of me, but I just don’t understand why she does it. I knew as soon as I saw the suitcase. It made me so depressed.

Well, now she’s been back for a week, but things are different. I mean, she’s around more, but she’s kind of preoccupied. I try to get her attention by licking her feet and wiping my face on her pants, but I can tell that her heart isn’t in patting and playing me. I sure hope things change soon.