BUBBHA, DO YOU MISS ME?

My daughter moved south in January and took my four-legged 'grandson' with her - Bubbha.  I have an uncommon love for him and I miss him almost as much as I miss his mistress!  Mothers know that their children will leave the nest, it's the natural course of things.  But what I didn't expect was that I would miss Himself so much!  He is a dear gentle soul and the whitest boxer you've ever seen!  (I'm told that he has to have sunscreen applied because he is so fair.)  Bubbha, I miss your huffing and your prancing and the way you gaze at me so lovingly.  I miss how you stand and lean against me and wag your funny stump of a tail.  I hope that you are loving the warm weather and that your parents are taking you on many runs.  Until we meet again, I'm sending you hugs and kisses.  Many!  And I'm taking good care of your quilt until your momma says she has the right place to display it!