I woke up this morning to a message from the lady who bought him, sending me a picture of him and saying that she had a wobble a few months ago and put him up for sale, but every time someone came to see him she found herself putting them off and realised she didn't want him to go. He's doing very well now, she says, and she's invited me to go and visit him.
She sent me a picture, he has grown! I had forgotten how beautiful he is.
I am so glad, I was worrying about him being passed around.
She sent me a picture, he has grown! I had forgotten how beautiful he is.
I am so glad, I was worrying about him being passed around.