so now, she's shaved.
to the minimal.
okay, la, she isn't really botak.
as we stood outside watching through the glass that separated us, a sudden pang of awfulness hit me. it dawned on me that i haven't been taking very good care of the girl. had i realised the diapers were gon' matt her fur, i wouldn't have made her wear 'em. had i spent more time trying to deal with the matt, she wouldn't have had to be shaved down. and then i cried, knowing i haven't been a good mother.
she is so thin, it must have been 'cause i haven't been feeding her well.
i...
don't know, she didn't used to have matt, or even when she had, it wouldn't take me more than five minutes to dematt them. i just feel like i've been neglecting her quite a lot, partly due to work. the other part is most probably due to my laziness.
i'm sorry, girl because i've been breaking my promises.
i'd watch you for every second that i can, just to make sure you're fine. and i'd care for you like you cared for me.
thank you for everything that you've done for me.
i love you.
