Then today...the really hard blow was dealt. Off went the Tundra to a new home. This was even worse than the wheeler. I might have even seen a tear this time. (Heavier sigh, whimper, sigh) It was all we could to not run after him yelling "Stop! We made a mistake! We want it back!"
There she goes, driving off into the sunset with someone else. Love lost. Sadness. Poor Russ. I need a cookie.