Mental Health Support

We had a routine. She LOVED cream cheese but I would just let her have a tiny bit. Regardless, she supervised everything I did, from slicing the bagel, to toasting, to smearing it. Then I'd put a little bit on the edge of a fluted plate so she'd have to work at it to clean up every drop. Sometimes that was enough Sometimes it wasn't and she'd sit and START at me until I gave her a tiny bit more.

Same when I'd cut a couple of slices of cheese for a night time snack.

She was always by my side and had the most soothing purr. I'll never understand how things got so bad because I THOUGHT I was doing a good job of combing her and giving her medication.