Well, poor old Tink *~*~* caught a good old fashioned Noo Yawk rhinovirus, which hit her hard circa 10:00 PM on Christmoose Eve. Ever since then, Mister Moose has been tenderly taking care of poor old Tink *~*~*, trying to nurse her back to health. He even sat on her lap during the arduous plane ride back to Southwest Florida. He patted her arm and said, "There, there!" a lot during the flight. OK, so he can't talk, and he can't pat either - but I just know from the soulful look of sympathy in his eyes that he WANTED to. Anyhow, we've been languishing at home lo these many days, waiting for poor old Tink *~*~* to be better.
Today was the day we were going to hit the beach at Sanibel Island. Alas, it POURED, and it's not even rainy season. We did end up going out to dinner on the island with friends this evening. Mister Moose certainly deserved a night out, after toiling over Tink's *~*~* sickbed for a whole week. Will post some photos momentarily!
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