Batman cried when he came home.
He don’t like being wet. But he loves the towel and a good belly rub.
Just look at him, he is in heaven!
They were so adorable when they were babies.
Zwinto eight weeks old.
Batman twelve weeks old.
My heart is melting.
The worst part about chronic illness is the unknown. It’s always a part of our life regardless of how you’re feeling. Even on your best day, it’s just lurking in the shadows, ready to strike at any moment. Nothing in your life is certain because maybe you feel good today and maybe you feel good for a few weeks but then next month it could all come crashing down.
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