leave the house and the fancy wet food
began appearing in his bowl.
In Dad’s case, the phone calls and
flights back east have escalated
dramatically, and I now laugh
hysterically at all his jokes, no doubt
making him worry more about my well
being than I do about his.
I’m thrilled to report that even though
in the calendar’s opinion, they’re real
old, they’re both still kicking butt. Dad
plays tennis once a week and still knows
who I am, and my cat still runs when he
hears the can opener.
They are also excellent reminders:
When it comes to the creatures you love
and the things you love and the life you