Phoebe was dreaming the other day and had the greatest expression on her face. I am sure she was either dreaming of her dear Sweet William Wallace or eating strawberries or catching that Siamese cat that keeps using our yard as its potty.
We both miss our sweet Wallace so much. He was her companion and brother and buddy and my little man and nurse maid. Every time I would cough he would get in my face and stare at me until I patted him and told him I was okay. Phoebe on the other hand runs and hides when ever I cough. Lord help her if I ever get a cold.
