“Good morning, Pinot! I’ve just been to the vet and pet shop.
Look! I’ve got your medications and litter,” said my mum.
There’s no Saturday class today, she has plenty of time and may enjoy cooking
lunch.
“What’s for lunch?” my dad asked.
“Can you make spaghetti cod roe for me, darling? I love it,” she replied
with a smile.
She opened my food pouch, renal diet, as usual, put it on my tray, and said:
“Bon appétit, Pinot!”