Last night I told Sammy his Mom was coming back soon, and that today would be our last few visits together. It was bittersweet for me, given how fond I’ve become of him. He, on the other hand, woke up excited, went to smell the flowers but was too excited to eat breakfast. We went on our usual walk, where he glammed it up like a pro for the camera. He even got nose-to-nose with a 🐿️ who was too close and too scared to move. Glad I had a leash for that encounter. It was a wonderful visit, and an invigorating morning walk. I’m going to miss my breakfasts with Sammy.