… she finds your clean sheets in a laundry basket to use for a bed and you just say, “Awww… aren’t you so cute.”
Frankie is fifteen years old.
She was recently diagnosed with congestive heart failure.
She is on a daily cocktail of medication to keep the fluid drained away from her heart and out of her lungs.
Even still, she doesn’t breathe very well.
We’re pretty sure her heart pumps blood in equal amounts in both directions.
And she’s deaf as a post.
So… I’m sure you’ll understand when I am a little more indulgent than usual.
Boy-howdy, is she spoiled rotten.
