I wake up with tears running down my face and realize that I have been dreaming of Horsie...he always seemed to love this time of year, the leaves blowing around...he was conceived when it was storming outside...his mother had so many toms, they took shifts...it was so windy outside, we implored her to come inside, and she looked at us, like we were crazy. Anyway, Horsie loved the same sort of weather.
I wonder if I will ever be able to look at pictures of him without crying...I never knew I had so many tears inside...
Corky is a joy...having him, has helped me a lot...his personality keeps blooming, and he is quite a character..even Phil has become entranced by him....
But I miss my Horsie so much that it hurts! Am I, being a baby?
