Thank you all so much. She brightened up when Irina got home, no more stomach problems
(we're starving her for 24 hours). Still little puddles, always near her usual tray. Apparently she got really upset when my wife mildly rebuked her and went off to sulk. Tonight she's been with Dad late on, glued to me like a sticky candy bar! Our neighbors popped up earlier for an update and said how miserable she always looks when I'm not home or around? A few months ago
(for those that haven't read about this) I suffered a heavy fall, whilst we were out on one of our walks. My fault I'm seventy next year and getting ready to 'conk out' I think?
She was apparently, defending me fiercely from the paramedics etc, whilst I was unconscious and very supportive when I came round. Tonight in response to the neighbors remarks above, Irina went and fetched a little poem I wrote one afternoon whilst recovering from the trip, festooned in a blanket and sat in a wheelchair on our balcony with Crystal guarding me! Irina had been upset that I'd thought our little girl had turned against me when she bared her teeth after her tummy upset around 2 0'clock! Actually nothing was further from the truth, I'd merely left her alone in Mom's room to have her own space and enjoy her usual PM siesta! Anyway at her insistence I've put it on here for you all to read...
(who knows perhaps the fall had more affect than is physically apparent)