My Grandma isn’t coming home, she is going to live in a rest home instead. You can read about it here. Mum and Dad are sad and Mum keeps crying. I am sad too. Every time Mum comes home in the car I go to the gate to see if Grandma’s home too, but she never is. Mum says we can visit Grandma in the home, and that will be good, but it won;t be the same. I love my Grandma.
Grandma went to hospital in the ambulance on Tuesday. Mum says she had a mini-stroke. Her bed and chair are all nice and sunny but it’s no fun without her. I miss my Grandma. Mum says it’s okay – once Grandma can get out of her chair onto her walker all by herself she can come home again. Hurry up Grandma – I miss you.
I got left all alone, with
I got left all alone, with no food or water, and an old sack to sleep on outside in the cold. I am so underprivileged.
Hmm, Mum says that might not be quite true. Mum and Dad went away overnight and Wendy, one of Grandma’s carers, stayed with us. She gave me some boiled pudding and cream, and I slept on Grandma’s bed all night on the mohair rug.
And since they got home I have had lots of cuddles, and a nap, and some mince and weetbix and milk. But I ‘could’ have been abandoned, honest…