Dear Diary

As I get ready for bed, diary, I reflect on the hardships of the day and marvel at how I continue to persevere. This morning, for example, I was abandoned for several hours by the only one who can feed me and was reduced to taking my milk from a strange plastic device.  It was not ideal, but it appeared that it would be my only choice if I wanted sustenance. Then, not content with just one instance of near-starvation, Mother again abandons me this afternoon! She claimed it was for "groceries," but I don't see what all the fuss was about. The only food I need comes ready-made and pre-warmed, not from some store. I was so drained from the ordeal of waiting for her return that I was unable to keep my eyes open when I was bundled into my mobile snuggee after dinner. (I must confess, I do like being wrapped up next to Mom's chest, being gently rocked as she walks about. It's very relaxing. Don't judge; we all have our guilty pleasures.) In case even further evidence of my trials is needed, I needed five hours before I was able to regain my strength. Five hours! To her credit, Mom did provide an adequate pillow and allow me to rest. (It amazes me how my food dispensaries can be so comfy.) So now, diary, I am renewed and have the strength to carry on. Hopefully tomorrow will bring more snacks and less cold wipes on my hindparts.

Sincerely yours,
Ella