It was four years ago, July 6, that we took Buster on his last trip to town. It will soon be four years, August 17, that we brought Tsuga home to Goose Creek.
This is not a very good picture from a couple of weeks ago. And contrary to how it appears, he is NOT about to stand up and walk on his hind legs, but is running toward me, full out, laughing. It will serve as a placeholder, a reminder not to forget his anniversary of becoming a part of our lives.
Maybe I’ll indulge myself and reminisce. Meanwhile, the hemlocks, his namesake, continue to turn gray and give up the ghost.