Doors will wait. And the poem will wait. Why? Because today is the birthday of my familiar, and as every year I post one photo for each month we have spent together.
I don’t like to post more often than once a day but I knew today would be tough. And when I saw that today’s poetry prompt is about dead people, the decision was easy: bestia first, the doors and the poem in the next post later today.
Here he is, our bestia with the real name Fonzie (yes, after Mr. Fonzarelli), in a photo for each month of the past year, starting with last April.
We were lucky to be able to spend the summer months in Slovenia with my people after my sister hopped over with a friend and drove us there. I returned in August and in September my uncle came over as the last visitor we had. Ever since bestia has been one half of all my world. The other half is human but he doesn’t walk me.
Dear bestia, I’m sooooo happy to have you. Happy birthday and to many more!
Here are all the posts for his previous birthdays with a photo per month: