Well, as I have already said, I took Milo to vet’s for an enema today. That was both y out of love, and out of fear of my daughter. It turned out to be very much like a changing a baby’s poopy diapers. I’m still wiping off parts of his fur. (And the carrier when we arrived home!) I fell in love with my babies as soon as I felt the first fluttery kicks during my pregnancies. There was no analysis, no thinking, no work involved. The love just was, and still is.