Tonight I was leaning down over her, almost conspiratorially, and murmuring reassurances and tokens of adoration that were more like sounds, than actual words, in the lower, slower register of my voice, which seems to comfort her.
She looked up at me and her eyes were so sad -- well, not so much sad, as kind of imbued with the ongoing wince of a pain that there's just no answer for.
I cupped the side of her head, and stroked just behind her ear lightly, and despite that lid-lowered wince behind her eyes, or perhaps because she recognized that same lid-lowered ongoing wince in my eyes, she nuzzled my hand back, and we shared our pain in ways I didn't used to think were possible.
"Just one more sleep, and she'll be back, Peewee. Just one more sleep to get through..."