Turin Shroud effect

I couldn't settle this morning and Helena took me to rest in her bed. The area of my body that had been shaved, in preparation for surgery, certainly feels the cold and her goose down duvet was a lot warmer than my bedding of acid free, archival tissue.

My wound is healing well, however there has been a little bleeding and I created something of a Turin Shroud effect on Helena's 400 thread Egyptian cotton sheet.

Hmm.

The White One

I'll spare you the details...

I have had an offending lump removed from my right hand side. It had grown quite rapidly and was starting to affect how I walked. So now it has gone. As has much of my fur.

The White One

I'm home

Back in my log cabin, among crisp, clean white tissue.

I have yoghurt and honey in one dish and galia melon in the other. Pine nuts lie scattered on the floor of my living quarters. I feel a little woozy and some discomfort, but very happy to be home.

Last meal

The last meal I had was some avocado and a little yoghurt with honey.

I felt content.

Then, most unexpectedly, Helena took me from my bed and placed me in the travel home. After a short time I found myself in the place full of unfamiliar animal smells. I was handled by a woman. She felt around my underarm; the pressure was uncomfortable and I struggled to get away.

Helena stroked me. Then left me.

What can I expect to happen next?

A bad trip

I was hustled into a cardboard box and taken for a ride in a car.

After a short time I was carried to a place that was noisy and smelly. I felt anxious. Confused. A short time later I found myself in a quieter space. I was removed from the box and handled by a stranger. I felt panicky. I wanted to get away from her. I was returned to the box and, before I knew it, back in my secure home with all its familiar smells.

Relieved to be back, I tucked into the tagliatelle I'd been served earlier.


The White One

Still here.

Still here.


The White One