i'm no longer sure what i was scared of, but i am certain that this was the right thing to do.

the girls are happy, and gentle.
and when they are out of the house, i go upstairs, and get down on my belly, and extending my arm, solicit a revving of little engine, a tender motor, that begins before i even stroke soft curry fur. and then she inches ever so slightly towards my hand. she rolls on her back and licks my fingers and her soft eyes pleading, she backs away at the slightest shifting.
it's ok. i'm not going anywhere soon.

and neither is she.

abigail.

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back tomorrow, with some news.
tt