|Ol' Buddy on the Porch by Robert Miller|
When Jilda opened the mail that day and we realized what it was, tears filled both our eyes. Bob is an incredible artist.
Fast forward to yesterday:
I got a postcard from the Vet telling me that it was time for Buddy's annual vaccination.
When they put him down back in May, they apparently didn't make a note on his chart. I had to call them to let them know he was gone.
Then last night, I dreamed about him. I thought I felt him wiggling at my feet as I slept. When I came to my senses, I sat up straight in the bed and looked at the pillows around my feet.
I sure miss that little critter.