This is our ritual every morning. Folder tucked in backpack. Shoes tied. Backpack hoisted onto his shoulders. Hug and kiss for mom. Then the long, drawn out goodbye to his four legged buddy.He strokes her hair, hugs her neck, whispers sweet goodbyes into her ears. And yes, even trades a few kisses with her. Then he walks down the driveway and climbs up onto that big yellow bus. And she is left without him.
All day hanging on the couch, waiting for that bus to return.
Its a bittersweet ritual to watch. I'm just glad I get my kisses in before the dogs.
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