There are few truly magical animals in the world. Fletcher was one of them.

We only got to know him for 6 years, but in that time he showed me what it looks like to live and love without boundaries.

We lost him today. And I have no words.

This is the first photo I took with my birthday present, a snazzy new Pixel 4. I guess I’m the world’s greatest photographer now. Thanks, Google!

After a lovely birthday dinner (thank you, Alison!) we enjoyed a peanut butter cake with real maple icing! I tried to adhere to the recommended safety measures when blowing out the candles…

… but when that didn’t work, I had to resort to the old way of doing things.

Fletcher got to try a little taste too!

Musical Europe in the Time of Caravaggio

If you follow this blog, you know that Mr. Fletcher’s favorite thing is to smell the air. Whenever he finds spring lingering there, he’s particularly pleased.

Zorro loves to walk. And get dirty. Which is where the bath comes in…

We can’t leave, so we’ll just have to settle for campfires in the yard.

I think Mr. Fletcher is probably okay with hanging out at home.

The year was 1991. My hair was curly and not as stylish as my eyeglasses.

Here’s a shot of me “reading it down” (audio not available).

I think I’m gonna just leave this here…

after Guillaume de Machaut (c.1300–1377)