Change

I came home from work yesterday and experienced melancholy. Change is constant. While generally appreciating  most change, there is that which leaves one a little lonely. The neighbor who moved in a month or two after I moved in, returned to the Big Apple. He’s the one who left great home cooked meals at my door, tended to Maggie when I thought she lost her eye (I’ll let Maggie tell you that story), can cook fantastic elk burgers, turned me on to roasted beets, left a bottle of Fireball by my door when Maggie was missing, and is a good friend.

I miss Elton the cat, singing the song of his people each evening. (He and George W were great friends, differing politically, much like their owners, and yet remaining steadfast in their friendship.) Tuff the dog, well she’s pretty special, and tolerates her owner’s moodiness, and she will be missed as well. 

The comfort of having neighbors who watch out for this chick is missing tonight. I didn’t like it when the guys below me moved, they were like my kids. The neighbor above was like my brother. I miss each of them. Life goes on. New neighbors soon.

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