Dear Diary, I regret to write that Papa has not yet returned. The woman who lives with us has made attempts to comfort me and even prepared me some fine faire, but alas, my appetite has dwindled to naught.
I cannot fathom how I am expected to eat when Papa is still yet missing! How cruel and the lonely the world seems.
Common sense dictates that I must try, however, so I have eaten all I can and taken myself to bed to better preserve my strength.
@mothman-etd had to go into the office last minute, right before Holly’s dinner time. I said sure, no problem. I can feed her.
Can I bollocks. She’s refusing to eat. Even when I load her bowl with fun treats. She’s just staring at the back door and crying for Papa to come home.