Charlotte the Vet called on Saturday morning. She had called me the night before on her mobile to reassure me that the Blonde was moping, evidently missing home. Charlotte has been calling a lot, updating me on every step of the Blonde's recovery. I thanked her, and she told me that Peter would call in the morning.
But Peter didn't call. Charlotte did. Charlotte called with a catch in her voice. Hi, Rosie. Then she started, ever so quietly, to cry.
But Peter didn't call. Charlotte did. Charlotte called with a catch in her voice. Hi, Rosie. Then she started, ever so quietly, to cry.
