|That sweet shape! Sob!|
But he never comes around anymore. I see him wandering the fields late in the afternoon, looking like he's lost. I could go after him but then I'd look like a fool. I just have to accept it and move on.
We had a beautiful thing going on there, for a little while. It's sad that it had to end. I try not to think about him but I confess I'm not always successful. I'll be watching TV and I'll suddenly find myself thinking about how cute he looks when he jumps along the ground instead of walking. Or I'll remember the way he cocked his head to look at me, that one time.
But that's all in the past. I'm going to try not to dwell on it. In fact, I wish him well. I want him to be happy, whoever he ends up with. I'm not bitter. Really I'm not.