Kiesha noted when I woke up and walked over to me. Her hind quarters were wobbly and she almost fell to the side several times. At that point, I forgot about Stephanie and was focused on Squeaky. I watched her closely, and she repeated the same type of movement every time I asked her to move. She purred and was happy to be loved on. She licked her lips a lot, swallowed —...
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Writing rider
Writing Rider. Writer of tech stuff, blogs, fiction, poetry, nonfiction, and whimsical silliness. Owned by two mares and two tortieshell cats. She/her.