We waved goodbye

Things went differently than we planned; we just HAD to repack our little friend who is heading off to a new home. Rose and Sophie and some of the rest of us looked at each other once, twice and three times  . . . and we sprung on her. We just couldn’t let her leave without giving her hugs and making her send-off special.

Sooooo . . . . I carefully opened her unit and, let me tell you, it was tough – keeping it all neat and ready to go back together. Then I changed my mind; I threw caution to the wind and announced we were going to TOTALLY relocate her into a new refugee transport. Sophie got red bubble wrap and Rose found some raffia and I got scissors. Stop panicking. I didn’t cut anything vital.

We wrapped up her little pet traveling companion first and tied that knapsack with a bow; we were  going to use bells but feared repercussions in the post 9/11 world. Then I personally tucked in the refugee and stuffed tissue paper around her and placed her security blanket on top.

We closed the box and taped and taped and taped and made her really secure. Then we went to the Post Office and sent her off and got a number by which to track her. Oh, what did I do with it? Drat. Let the search be on.