... i remember that morning when gigi just couldn't find a spot to sleep in. she scratched on my door as usual that morning, went up to my sister's bed and jumped up onto mine. she struggled her way up across my stray limbs to where my pillow was rested next to me. she loved that spot and i like it when she settles herself there because it gives me an opportunity to hear her heart beat again.
but she moved, and shifted herself to the edge of my bed.
and shifted again.
and again.
and again.
she was going up and down my bed, on and off the floor.
and when she finally quietened down for a little longer on the floor, i thought she's found the good spot.
she started whining, and before i knew it, she threw up. ):
i would have cursed and swear, for i've had already wasted a good 30 minutes while she walked about on my bed to find a spot to sleep in but when i saw her threw up, i just knew i had to forgive her.
sorry sweetheart, mummy haven't spent good time with you.
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