Earl and I have been pals for awhile now. I met him in Portland last winter (I wrote a post about it here) and he has been one of my most faithful and sturdy toys. Tug of war, flinging him across the room, digging my teeth into his skin…he’s been through it all and stayed by my side loving every minute of it. But I’m here to tell you about an unfortunate incident that happened recently. His foot is now no longer attached. I would go into depth about how it occurred, but I can truthfully say that I do not know the circumstances in how this happened. Could it have been Lily? Maybe. Could it have been the cat across the street that I’m terribly afraid of? Unlikely.
The fact of the matter is that we will never know…but what I DO know is that Earl and I are still friends despite the unfortunate foot amputation. And that’s what I call a good friend.