‘You were my best four years’
One of Taylor Swift’s best songs is about a little boy named Ronan.
I can’t listen to it too often. I mean, I don’t get enough music in my life, and it can’t make me sad when it does. But every now and again, shuffle serves it up. And today, four years to the day that I moved into this condo, I listened to it.
It really makes me think of Cocoa, who I met three years ago around this time. I don’t know how old she is (vets have offered anywhere from 4 to 14 — my new vet thinks she’s closer to 7) or how much time we’ll get together. So I just love on her and tell her that our story has many chapters ahead.
Anyway I’m sure there’s something else I’m supposed to remember about this time.
And I imagine I’ll get reminded about it because someone’s addicted AF to me.