Late at night when the world is asleep and it's just me and Jane, Mabel sticks with me. She pokes her head into the bedroom, her ears bobbing up and down at Jane's screams. She wags her tail, ducks under the bed and plunks down on a big pillow.
She stays under there, a silent little friend in my hour of need. She follows me around constantly. And when Jane is sleeping in her bouncy seat, Mabel likes to give her toes a quick greeting lick.
So it's tough here. But Mabel is OK. In fact, I think she's doing great.