My good boy with the beady little eyes and regal heart has cancer. It is a baddie. Since his diagnosis I have looked at his cute, cowlicked haunches and wondered, why are you hurting my Chili Bean?
It feels too hard to blog, because even though I try to hide it with posts about booze or pretty flowers, this is Moby’s blog. He clearly owns the masthead space, after all.
But because this is Moby’s blog, I need to keep posting about him. I need a place where I can see him sleep upside down, catch a view from the top of a mountain, or share a ray of sunshine with his little lady, Vee.
Oh Mosey Toes, let’s keep this party going.