4th December

Alpha is still sad. To everyone else, sad Alpha looks like grumpy Alpha, but I can smell the difference. Maybe Glasses Man smells it, too. He brought Alpha a cup of that hot black stuff they call "coffee", and Alpha smiled and said "Thank you". Then Glasses Man said: "She'll come around," and patted Alpha's back, like he does with me sometimes. When he does, I lie on my back and have him scratch my belly. He didn't scratch Alpha's belly, so I did. Alpha laughed and ruffled my fur, but he still smelled sad. I wish I knew what to do.