In preparation for having the ladies from the Intergenerational Group over my owner moved my pillows from their usual spot on the sofa, so that I could cede the seating to our guests. Which I did, with an open heart because I welcome visitors.
But no one thought to put my pillows back after the guests had departed.
With important neighborhood observation to catch up on, I had to make do with the resources at hand: one measly pillow on the other sofa. It was uncomfortable and inadequate, but it was all I had.
After an excruciating delay, my family noticed, and reinstated my pillows.
Moments like these make me realize how dependent I am.
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