Gramma was in the hospital last week from late Tuesday night through Thursday at about lunchtime (we thought she had pneumonia but it turned out it was generalized weakness).
During this time, I took care of Chewey. Gramma didn’t want me to bring him up here, so he had to stay home alone. Dad and I took turns letting him out for potty breaks, feeding him, and playing with him. He missed Gramma terribly while she was gone, and at meal time, he hid from me in the dining room chair under the tablecloth and “talked” to me, letting me know I was an unacceptable replacement for Gramma! I wish I’d thought to video it! All I have instead is this picture when he finally did poke his head out to eat.