I boomerang the words towards the bright blue sky, and they fall back down like a golden shower onto baby’s crown. We have been together, on and off, for 2 years. And the intense devotion I feel for her is reciprocated through gurgles and giggles and trusting eye winks.
Fox is not as wily as he once was. His eyesight is deteriorating. He is in bad health. Bipolar often sees him living at the extremes of his emotions, unaware of what he is doing. Upon seeing a homeless person begging on the side of the street recently, he immediately made paw-shapes with his hands, bringing them up to his chest, wanting so much to help. Then he promptly took off all his clothes and gave them to the man whose mouth seemed to freeze in an “o” shape. A round belly is quite an unexpected sight in the middle of winter. High on philanthropy, Fox remained oblivious to the approaching sirens.