Okay, this is a bit weird.
One of my fears is that by the time I get the hang of caring for Burt, it will be too late.
It’s a huge learning curve, at least for me.
So many things to consider and do. I want him comfortable, safe, and secure. I want to love him the best I can.
His emotional well-being is a component of my big pictire view, too.
He has anxieties, often telling us, “I’m scared.” The only answer to that vague announcement is to say don’t be. “You’re ok,” I add, knowing he’s not.
Cuddle and coddle, hug, and reassure seems to be the formula.
For now.
this is our life 