Tibbe is just glued to me when I'm feeling ill. He takes every step I do if I leave the bed or couch or chair. He doesn't really act depressed just clingy. He senses I'm not right and feels the need somehow to stay attached to me. I have to move him to change positions or turn over.
__________________  Jeanie and Tibbe One must do the best one can. You may get some marks for a very imperfect answer: you will certainly get none for leaving the question alone. C. S. Lewis |