Al Bondigas by Carey

AL

You survived three moves, riding in a sloshing bowl on my lap in my truck, as I ran from my persecutors. You survived three jumps from the bowl. You survived three attacks by Muffy, the neighbor’s Siamese, when we in Palmdale.

But you couldn’t survive the soap I used to clean your bowl. It was my fault, and I cannot sleep at night without thinking of how you struggled so valiantly to survive. I’m sorry, Al, my friend, my little gold companion. What you lacked in size you made up for in heart. But you just couldn’t survive my stupidity.

I hope to see you in heaven.

Carey