Day 124: We're taking turns, Skunk and I. While I'm sitting in the chair, I have the heating pad thrown over my injured shoulder, and when I get up, Skunk takes possession. Sometimes when I get too warm and she's on my lap, I'll lay it across her poor old arthritic hips. We seem to both be benefitting from the application of heat; at least she's been bouncier these last few days. I can't claim to be bouncy, but I'm able to raise my arm without howling. Little old ladies, the two of us, falling apart at the seams, finding comfort in shared warmth and companionship. Aging ain't a sport for wimps.
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