laundry

I was folding laundry this morning when Chuck suddenly appeared, and because of this past weekend I’ve been stopping whatever I’m doing when he’s around to give him a gentle snuggle. I say gentle because he’s not as into physical affection as Bo was or as much as Coco thrives on it. I have no idea how many more years I have with this guy, so I’m heeding this reminder to cherish the moments I have him near me. And to stick more things on his head.