This pain was so unusual for me that I didn’t exactly know what to do about it, where to seek help, or any sort of thing to relieve it, even minor. The stench of the blood irritated my nose, and I couldn’t help but whine. I tried to distract myself by cleaning my girls, nuzzling each of them for a period of time, listening to their soft little whines as they nurse. The cream and white, she was like her father, except with my coloration. Which in a way it scared me, because I prayed that she would never meet him, and that he wouldn’t recognize her as his own. The red and white, though, she reminded me of myself. The patchy red and white female was so much like me, except with more red in smaller spots/patches. I had a lot less than her, though, in larger patches.

The scent of another was arising, and I turned my head to the opening of my makeshift den, I watched the girl approached, she had something with her, but I couldn’t tell what it was. She didn’t speak-which made me wonder if she could, so I gave a small whine, encouraging her to enter. I couldn’t draw up enough strength to actually speak and say anything to let her know to enter. The pain was just too much really. But being that I was so small, I knew that it just felt worse, hopefully, than it really was.