My baby girl has been unwell. A yeast infection. Poor darling, she has been very brave and spunky, but I notice the little signs of discomfort, like sleeping more than usual (yes, I never thought that was possible for a Greyhound!), walking slower, subtle tiredness and not wanting to get out of bed in the mornings. She still attacks her food with her usual gusto, though, so that is a good sign.
And she still watches over me, from her comfy spots in bed and the couch.
This is one of my favourite Gershwin songs, which I sometimes sing to Lucy. She loves being sung to at bedtime. 🙂 I was devastated when dad passed on. He is the Golden Standard as far as I am concerned. But now I have Lucy, I already have Someone to Watch Over Me. And in a way so perfect, I am not sure any human could ever compare.