R sent this photo of Mr. K recently.
And this week Mr. K himself sent me a card. His hand bears a striking resemblance to R's own. :)
In it, he says, "R says that you're going to be home for Christmas - is that true? I've noticed that the air is starting to change and is getting colder, so I figure that must be pretty soon. I can't wait to see you, Hilaire - I'm going to go practice my bum wiggles now so I can give you a super good greeting when you come."
I miss him so much. I miss what it all feels like. I can't believe I will have to wait three months to see him...I so worry about him forgetting me. I think that would be the saddest thing of all. R always said I was his favourite, but I know that I will have been pushed out of that place after not seeing him for five months.
This week, in reponse to his card, I sent him one back. I also included a t-shirt I'd been sleeping in for a good many days. It smelled, well, slept-in by me, shall we say. I wanted to remind him of me. Maybe even to remind him of good things, like daily two-hour walks to the best parks. I wonder if dogs can have feeling evoked through smell. Probably not, but one can dream.