How Carla and Heather see their world -- 698 miles apart.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Saying goodbye to Buckley was tough this afternoon. In his pet taxi, I stuck my finger through the gate to pet him once more and say one final goodbye. He walked over and pressed his little head against my finger. I miss him. I keep waiting to hear his little meow at the door or catch him sitting in the window sill.