Whenever someone leaves the house, I am always curious where they go. If I don't get to go with them, I stand by the front window, rest my head on the ledge and watch them leave... like this:
I never worry that they aren't coming back, but I wish they would simply take me along with them. But I can tell when they are preparing to leave with me, and I get quite excited. On the other hand, when I am left alone, and they do come home, I also get just as excited, whether they've been gone for an hour or a day.
Mischa
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