Yesterday my mouse was upset. I returned home to find her a mess. I do not know how she actually went about her day. When mouse is upset I become protective of her. It is my nature to want to fix her problems and I feel rather helpless when I cannot.
This is an issue that requires time and my patience.
Note: my choice of keyword is directed solely at mouse, as she by far the most courageous woman I have ever come to know.