While writing a check yesterday, the date struck me as familiar. Turns out it was Tig 3.0’s seventh birthday. I picked him up on April 18, 2008, and he was about two months old. A belated happy birthday to my third Tigger, who is currently sitting on the sofa downstairs, looking out the window at the birds. Here’s my boy watching the snow come down on Monday. May we have many more years together.
Give him a scritch from me.