We joked last night that our house must be heavenly because small creatures seem to come to us when theyre close to their death. This is Butter (named that because our last visitor we named Peanut), and I feel like shes mine - feeding her every couple of hours, keeping her warm and safe. If anyone is better than me (and Google) at how to successfully get through this stage please let me know. Shes so, so sweet and wed love to see her running around one day!!
Posted on: Fri, 05 Sep 2014 15:45:29 +0000
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