Poor Brigsby.

I would love to tell you about how much I enjoyed my new job working at a Preschool/Kindergarten this afternoon, and talk about how completely adorable the little Chinese toddlers are, but there are far more pressing matters that I need to discuss.

Brigsby has been sick for the last two days...This is not okay with me. His illness has affected me far more than it probably should, but I am overwhelmed with worry. Overwhelmed to where I couldn't sleep last night, and I had an emotional breakdown yesterday and bawled when I was describing to Josh how the little fellow hadn't ate, drank, or pooped all day (apparently that is a bad sign and that makes me nervous).

But today he had baby steps to recovery...still no little poopies yet, but he is eating a little today and drinking more water. Even though that is somewhat of a relief, I can tell you that I have never in my life wanted to see poop as badly as I do right now.

If he isn't better by tomorrow, I think we might have to do some research and find a legit vet here in China...if there is such a thing?! Because frankly, I can't lose him, I would be heartbroken.

Brigsby, I love you little buddy, you bring such joy and warmth to my heart...please poop, I'm begging you.

Poor Brigsby cuddles up to monkey. I'm glad he has a friend about his size.