IS THERE A LETTER, A LETTER FOR ME?
I love getting mail... it's like Christmas every day (except on Sunday.) Full of surprises - some expected, some unexpected.
I'm going to miss the sound of the mail dropping on the floor from the mail slot and the sound of the metal hitting up against the door - and hearing it all again as Tom drops a treat in the door after the mail.
How many people can say they cried and had a triple hug with their mailman? We did when we told him RoseBud died. He still tells me how much he misses her and how he thinks she understood and talked to him. He didn't know Lily as long, obviously, but they were becoming fast friends. She would run after him if she saw him on a walk and she waited for that second drop and sound of his voice if he heard her barking to "get her mail."
I made Tom cry again today at our doorstep... it was just a double hug though.
We'll miss you, Tom. Thanks for all the "treats."
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