He was my "weatherman" because he was terrified of thunderstorms and knew when one was coming several hours before it arrived. He would let me know by cuddling up to me and I could feel him trembling. His predictions were always right and he would stay snuggled up to me or in my lap until the storm was over.
We miss you, Butchie, and will always love you.
He was my "weatherman" because he was terrified of thunderstorms and knew when one was coming several hours before it arrived. He would let me know by cuddling up to me and I could feel him trembling. His predictions were always right and he would stay snuggled up to me or in my lap until the storm was over.
We miss you, Butchie, and will always love you.