Then one day, without even a 'goodbye', Sammy was gone. No note. No aloha wave. Just gone. Either he packed it up for greener lawns, died of old age, got attacked by a dog, or got hit by a car. I've thought about all of these things for this last six months or so and mourned the loss. And, yes, I have a life!
So, to my surprise and sheer delight, none other than Sammy greeted me when I got home from school this morning. I have no doubt it's him. He literally danced around and in between my legs and eagerly ran to the familiar feeding spot ready for a treat. Being the total geek that I am, I screamed "Welcome back Sammy!!!!!", ran in the house, got a handful of raw pecans, and happily placed them on the bricks. He was hungry and grateful. I was more than thrilled about the return of my little friend and it totally made my day. I'll never know about his adventures in the far away yards and frankly, I don't care. I'm just happy that he's home. Sometimes it's all about the little things, you know?