I miss watching Horatio run like a speed demon just radiating happy "Whee!" in his ball as he blasted about.
I miss how he would come to be let out, to run around, even if it was just on our laps.
I miss how he fit into my hand!
I miss how he would come to be let out, to run around, even if it was just on our laps.
I miss how he fit into my hand!