I do understand how you feel about your Whootie. My Maddiedog is the nearest thing I've ever had to a daughter . . . she knows my every mood, and
just looked up at me as I typed her name.
We've not been home during the day for three weeks now, been spending so much time helping out with the little one. Maddie is 14, and I hate leaving her.
We had a cat, a marmalade male, who knocked himself out once, missing the counter; he was a kitten, and I thought he was dead, but he had more than nine lives as we found out over the next 19 years.
I'm so glad you baby is OK.