I miss Miss Ruby. She was my buddy for road trips, grand adventures and grocery runs for more than twelve years. Savannah, France, Portland and Milwaukee. Sunny sidewalk cafes, huge coastal cliffs, drizzly west coast streets, vast Midwest cornfields, woody campgrounds... Ruby was always with me. This past year she was fading and uncomfortable; I'm glad we opted for perhaps a little sooner rather than later. But there are days when I really wish she was still here in her stinky chair. Or as Viv said "I can still smell Ruby over here".
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