Now My Yorkie!

Can you believe it? Now Maggie, my Yorkie, is sick! She is not dying, but she has a temperature and is going to have to take loads of medicine for 30, yes, 30 days. She is miserable. She is so miserable and lonely that she took her toys to Tigger the fierce two month old kitten and tried to play with him. At least he didn't spit and paw her. He wasn't interested. I think she misses her sweet big brother. She even grabbed her toys and growled with them trying to show Tigger how they played. She finally just gave up. I know how she feels. I am still dragging myself to finish things. Tired. Sad. Ready to go to bed at night. Every single thing is such an effort! I had to drag myself to the shower this afternoon. When I finally did, I did give myself a great toning spray on my face as well as a mint mask. I still feel like crap. Is this what depression feels like?