Still here. Just quiet. Sleeping a lot. Jane is doing well, eat, playing, getting in trouble. She clearly feels better than she did a few days ago.
She visited her lemongrass spot to chew and rub against, then she was off to bat around her little green frog catnip toy. I still have my face licked before she settles above my head to sleep.
I know I'm isolating and still depressed.