March 15th, 2003


Meeting Bob Slobbers

It is pouring rain today, and Bob and I are upstairs in the guest house listening to the sheets of water hit the pitched metal roof in syncopated patterns. I'm looking over at him, sleeping on the couch in the same spot Billy was last. Different couch, same place. I am all too aware of the time stamp on Bob. Now I leave for work and he is alone all day long and I think of the precious few moments I have left with him. When I come home, he is so happy to see me and I know he has sat on his green leather chair in the living room all day long, waiting for this moment. It is the chair he adopted from his first moments in our home. It is his chair.
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