Tonight, I wrestled the gristle and fat and other tidbits whose names I care not to know with my own teeth to give this beautiful creature treats that would not compromise the digestive system.
Would I do the same for the beauty queen in the picture, Miss Rhode Island 2007?
No.
But for Loki. Going on 15. 105 human years.
Yes.
How could anyone resist?
He still eats the bones, beyond the marrow of life, wondering why the earth is shifting beneath his hips, why sounds no longer reach his ears.
More alive in his dotage than most of us ever experience a breath of in whatever our alleged prime.
No being will ever win my heart as completely as he.
Even more so as his years, as do all our years, become more scarce.
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