Three years and one day ago, Melba’s and my paths crossed. Literally: she was walking out onto a busy surface street in Phoenix as Querido and I drove past. Querido got her across the street and sacrificed the burrito I had packed for his lunch to keep her in one place until I could get the car around. We adopted her, and she became our bestest girl.
In the past year, she has put up with a move to The Place Where Toes Get Cold and Wet…
And survived living with all the cats, all the time.
I wish she was celebrating her anniversary in health, but this is Melba. In three years, she has built up a chart as thick as a novella, and just last week was found to have an icky eye infection. Although she has made sure I know how pitiful she is by going to great lengths to get her cone stuck amidst the kitchenette table and chair legs, she has not been turning down the new treat delivered at twelve-hour intervals, Wet Food Balls with Crunchy Centers.
Keep being you, Melba. You’re the best.