In 28 days I will see this princess again.
It's been over a year since I was last in San Francisco but not a day has passed where she hasn't entered my thoughts.
Is it wrong that those who hold - and have held - the largest chunks of my heart are animals?
Why has the projectionist in my head had the anthropomorphic reel running for as long as I've drawn breath?
Do I give a toss that I prefer animals to people?
Do I feel sorry for those whose hearts and minds have never expanded sufficiently to love another species? Actually, scratch that, I'm not even sure I even know anyone like that and if I do, why are we friends?
Molly, I'm hoping that May passes quickly so we can get on that plane and have the biggest cuddle in the world.