Madmoiselle the Owner was a calming font of knowledge and support, bringing me homeopathic remedies and sending me off to the nicest walk-in clinic she new.
Rafiki was like an errant knight coming to attend to any rescuing that could be done since his lady was in distress.
The doctor was like a calm mother hen, who sat brooding on her eggs while one of her chicks fussed and worried, and who she watched with love and amusement and then fixed the problem and sent the chick on her way.
Kippen called to see how I was feeling even though she was feeling as poorly as I was. (get better Kippen. hugs. let me know if you need anything).