I do not know how much time I have left with my angel..it could be weeks..it could be months..but I know I am going to make every second count. Baby is being hand fed exclusively now, but after her always messy meal she needs a bath. Baby hates the dreaded bath...but the blow dryer afterwards has become a well relished part of the evening, with little huffing and no fussing.
Me and my Baby, pic taken by daddy after the blow dry.
Baby in mid blow-dry. I keep the hair dryer on low and low heat and take care to rotate the air all around her to keep and chance of burning at bay. But if you look closely, I believe she is smiling, a rare thing for my crabby darling.
Today as I ponder the fate of two rabbits in a terrible pet store, I may bring them home, I watch two very young girls walk up. Please note I am in moral majority, conservative white suburbia....I watch these girls run up to the rodent cages and exclaim with glee.."Oh my gawd!! Look at the beautiful baby rats!!" Beautiful..perhaps there is hope for my crusade yet. They are all beautiful, and I have come to the conclusion that I would risk my life to save my babies if a fire or something happened. They are as important to me as air. I don't know if thats normal or not, who knows, I really don't care. We move tomorrow, my new rodent apartment awaits with endless possibilities and more room for rescue. My life is truly...Beautiful.
My sweet baby girl "Baby" eating her new cat food high protein diet. I think she approves. (Of course this whole post wasn't gonna be sappy, everyone needs a good dose of hog:))