How much I hate to say it…the words goodbye and I don’t mesh very well at all…but in this life they seem to be necessity. Although I wish it could have went on forever, sixteen years isn’t too shabby for a Tabby. I will miss my Boo….I already do.
Monday would have been a total bust excepting three things.
The View from Friday… Though yesterday was grey, today is white. The little details bring delight. The rose bush looks a little worse for the cold. But I haves something soft to hold. When I got off work the house smelled amazing; like freshed baked bread. Turns out their was a good reason for that. […]