A smaller, older, brother

Boris and Mortimer have a smaller big brother, Bubba. They have yet to meet him, because he's in the states, with a wonderful woman, until I come home. Though it broke my heart to leave him, it was the right choice, as his weight, age and health were a huge concern when it came to flying here, and especially when we fly back.

I miss Bubba. Every single day. He's a very special little boy, with the most awesome personality. I have no doubt that he'll have Boris and Mortimer towing the line when they meet and get used to one another.

Recently, my Bubba had to have his eye removed, and it killed me that I could not be there. I felt so hopeless, but I know he was taken care of, and well spoiled rotten. I get regular updates, but I yearn for the day when I can kiss his sweet face.

Yes, Bubba is special. Mortimer, the momma's boy, is going to have to get used to having his "big" brother around when the time comes, and I often wonder just how he'll react. Boris, will naturally want to play with crabby Bubba, and Bubba will let him know that is NOT going to happen often. Mortimer is going to be a bit jealous at first, because, you see... Bubba is my boy. My lap is where he lives! I imagine there will be no more Morty under the desk, because that has always been Bub's spot.

Now, to "meet" their older brother:

A photo from the wonderful, awesome, coolest person ever that is watching my Bubba and loving him for me!