John W. Howell gifts us with a sober and moving exchange between himself and his furry kids. Please enjoy!
“Hi, Lucy. How are things?
“I’m a little worried about Stella.”
“Well, I was going to chase her yesterday, and she wouldn’t take off.”
“Ah. Yes, Stella has arthritis, and it is progressing.”
“Arthur Ritis? Let me at the guy.”
“It is not a guy, Lucy it is a condition that comes with old age. Notice Stella is sleeping more?”
“I notice Pops. She is downstairs asleep right now.”
“Yes, Bailey. After all, Stella is almost seventeen years old.”
“Better give that to them in human years, John. Otherwise, they won’t get it.”
“Good idea Stella. I thought you were asleep downstairs.”
“Said the Einstein in the dog collar.”
“Well, Lucy. Stella is over one hundred and nine years old.”
“Wow. Boss, that is old. I never realized. Is she okay?”
“She is feeling fine. Just much slower. I think your game of chase the kitty…
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