Tender vittles
Sunday, September 3rd, 2023 Alive 19,122 days
Going to the deli makes me sad. It reminds me that I used to always bring home a slab of turkey as a special treat for Henri. He knew when I came through the door with grocery bags that it was special treat time, and heʼd hop up on the kitchen counter and dig through the bags looking for it. He was never a patient creature.
Rest in peace, little friend.