The high point of my week
On Monday, after a long and agonizing separation, I was reunited with my gorgeous, smelly, dopey, loving, devoted and delightfully silly best friend, Bug. For four grueling months I went to sleep without the comforting lump against my ribs that used to tell me Bug was asleep next to me.
At one point I panicked, thinking I would lose him forever to the forces of those who think they know what’s best. But I persevered, and I was rewarded with snout smudges on my glasses, obscuring the tears I was so desperately trying to not spill.
Welcome back, Baby Bug. I love you.
I see that the Wizard finally gave you a heart. Awwwww.
Comment by paul mitchell — March 5, 2010 @ 12:32 pm
Wonderful!! I’m glad you have been reunited! Life is good.
Kevin
Comment by skramk — March 5, 2010 @ 7:31 pm
Wendy, it’s a long slog back when your head has been stomped, your heart has been broken and your soul has been pierced. What it takes is something you have - spirit.
You haven’t given up and I know you won’t. Bug is your assistant, providing unconditional love. I am so happy you are back together. I am with you 110%!!!
Pax Vobiscum.
Ubi libertas habitat ibi nostra patria est!!!
K
Comment by KP — March 6, 2010 @ 9:48 am