Today is the anniversary of when my beloved Claude came to live with me. When I went to get him, he spent a lot of time barking at the guy I had with me, but he hit it off with Polly from the start. I felt really happy and excited but I also didn’t know what to expect: he was bigger than Polly, and more reactive. That first night, however, he jumped in bed with me, made eye contact as if to say, “This is my spot, now,” and sure enough, it was. In the entire seven years we’ve been together, we’ve spent three nights apart, and I don’t recall that I slept very well on any one of them.
So here’s to Mr. Wonderful, my much adored dear boy. I hope we’re together forever, Friend.