I miss u.
It has been years, but it seems like yesterday when I wrapped my arms around your neck and sank my face into your soft, warm fur, smelling of fresh hay and shavings. I miss you my friend.
My heart still hurts.
I miss u.
It has been years, but it seems like yesterday when I wrapped my arms around your neck and sank my face into your soft, warm fur, smelling of fresh hay and shavings. I miss you my friend.
My heart still hurts.
Posted by Theresa Micheau at Thursday, February 04, 2010