When Georgia woke up this morning she called me to her room.
"Good Morning" I said.
"What you talkin' about?" said Georgia.
Then I noticed all of the dried mucus on her face,
her raspy almost gone voice, and
a beautiful set of droopy eyes.
What WAS I talkin' about Good Morning?
It was most certainly NOT going to be a good morning.
It was in fact a very sick, pitiful morning.
Oh well she's still the cutest thing ever crusty nose and all.
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We're so sad that Georgia is not feeling well. We hope she is getting better and will be her old self soon.
Tell Georgia Boppa, Mimi, Maggie & Shadow send her their love.
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