It was the middle of last May that our beloved Buddy burst through a screen in the middle of the night and eluded us for 32 days. It was 32 days of hell, with little sleep, lots of weight loss, middle of the night sightings and many trapping failures. We still have PTSD and are paranoid about open doors and windows. We spent last Victoria Day standing on the street and the laneway terrified Buddy would run with the fireworks that take place in our park every year. We cursed every bang.
It was a relief tonight to just enjoy them.
|Fireworks at our park|
|Our Bud Bud|