19 February 2008
My poor baby is sick. Tear. I kept him home all this time to prevent him from getting anything; however, that plan did not work. I guess people coming over to visit exposes him just as much. I feel horrible for him. Poor little guy struggles eating cause his nose is so stuffed. He looks at me with this sweet sad eyes that appear to begging me to make him feel better. It breaks my heart.
Posted by Mercedes at 6:11 PM