Thank you, everyone. I know you loved Buck. He touched so many people in his short life and left an indelible mark on mine. He was/is the best. I can't tell you how comforting all your comments are to me. It's as though his big bear-like arms are hugging me. I so miss those hugs.
I spent my Thanksgiving in the Atlanta, Georgia area with three of our children and all five of our grandchildren. Lots of visiting, lots of food and very little sleep, but all worth it.
Our oldest grandson, Seth, sat and talked with me late on Friday before I was to leave Saturday morning. Seth's going to be 9 and is wise beyond is short years.
He solemnly said as we were sitting at the kitchen table on Friday, "Grandma, when Grandpa Buck died, I don't have any more grandpas. Would you get me another one?"
Whoa! What does a grandmother say to that? Guess it's possible since, by today's standards, I'm still young. Not 60 yet, so I have some years left. Who knows? Maybe grandma can deliver someday on Seth's request.
He also asked me if I could just come and live with him because he didn't want me to go home. I told him I had to take care of my house and my kitties, but I could come and get him during the summer and take him to my house for a nice long stay...on the approval of his parents. He seemed okay with that answer.
Buck would've loved the visit I had with the children and grandchildren.