. . . and we are enjoying the leftovers.
Our dear friend Lahgitana noticed how on that auspicious day Bugsy came rollicking up to me, Thanksgiving three years ago, when he was a stray on the street and I was about to become his Bean — like he knew I was The One — and these days, he’s not so into hugs . . .
. . . and this is true. But Bugsy has his own way about him, and he makes me feel love wash through me like I was transparent. That feeling has grown and grown over the years and friends, it’s a mellow thing now. I am so so grateful for that.
As the sun sets at the end of this wonderful weekend . . .
I’m that thankful you’re here to share the beauty of these boys with me.