He's at it again. Sheesh! There ain't much left and he doesn't want any encouragement to stop.
His medicine is going down, and he actually seems to like some of it. But he's a real mess.
He looks like an orange and white toy with no tail and mini-feathers.
This is DEPRESSING. I can't think of what went wrong. No one in our house has been ill for over a year. He didn't get any chills. Nothing has changed, other than some long days at work, but he comes out to play each evening.
I'll report more if I get the courage.









