He’s gone.
I’m so alone. I can’t believe he’s left me, but I knew that there was something going on. I worry so. It's been two days now. Bucks is so naive and not the sharpest claw on the paw.
I know it’s been hard on him these last month . . . and his fear of flying.
Thinking he might return. Where is he now?
What is he thinking?
Does he
think of me . . . alone?
No one to talk to or to chase around the
house.
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