
Tiger pup fell sick yesterday. "He" vomited on newspaper where we prepared as "his" toilet. Then the whole afternoon "he" looked so sick. From "his" pitiful face, we really felt "heart ache". "He" was weak and not even bother to follow us like what "he" used to act. From "his" expression, "he" conveyed the message that how suffer "he" was. "He" even moaned about "his" sickness when we carried "him". We grieved over his ilness for the whole afternoon. :(
In the evening, we left "him" alone at home as we need to go out for a while. By the time we were home, we felt relieved seeing "his" response. "He" looked much more better and he's able to manja like usual. Phew......
According to hubby, "he" is now playing happily with the fake bone. We know, "he" is fully recovered now. Yippy!






