Sunday, October 21, 2012

Always waiting for the ball to be thrown

It's Sunday, and I miss my  old Moss for a Sunday walk, tears will not bring him back but his solid companionable presence seems to lurk in the shadows.....


  1. My thoughts are with you. Somehow dogs get into our psyche in a way that, much as I loved and miss my old boys, cats don't for me. They are less attuned to our feelings; most anyway. I fear the loss of Snippet already and he's only three. Silly I know.

  2. Hi Em, it's daft isn't it, must have been seeing the dogs on the green this morning. Snippet has got a long way to go yet;)