Figure Wiljami last summer.
Wiljami is now really out of shape, does not eat, does not drink, only
sleeps and walks staggering, and no longer have even a box to pee. I am so sad. Maybe I do not ever want to no animal. Giving up is too painful.
I have just read today. I had my parents to stroke Wiljam and I tried to solder it by dipping a finger into the water and forced to lick water from it. That they might drink a little. Not very successful.
Why do all the good in my life disappears gradually? Nothing good is ever going to replace.
I went through the trafficking As I went home, wanted to bake brownies mansikkakuorrutuksella. I did not realize to buy sugar. I did not realize that when baked, baked goods usually put sugar. I put it instead Hermesetas, but it does not properly drive the same thing.
