Carole's Corner: Saying goodbye to a wonderful teacher
The last time I saw Stash, he was standing at the gate, looking through the slats at me. I walked over, reached out, and popped an apple into his mouth. The next day he had died.We…
The last time I saw Stash, he was standing at the gate, looking through the slats at me. I walked over, reached out, and popped an apple into his mouth. The next day he had died.We…