Tessie is searching: she is in and out; she sniffs the ground and all the spots Cowboy used to frequent. She is restless. And I can understand. She had been with us to take him to the vet before and she stayed in the car and he came back. Wednesday he didn't. He went in and didn't come back. And now she can't find him. Oh, dear Tessie, neither can I. Except I have some understanding of what happened and why. And I have pictures to look at and appreciate and remember. ~ blessings
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