although he doesn’t look a day over 62, ivan is celebrating his 91st birthday today. that’s 13 in people years. in the 12 years and 8 months he’s lived with me he’s never said a word , yet i could write an entire book about him.
on december 8, 1999, i adopted ivan. when we got home, we both looked at each other & thought, “what do we do now?”
we went to the park on on 58th street & sutton place and bonded in an instant. i think it was the most fun he ever had in his first 4 months.
after all that playing, i put him down for a nap.
i can clearly remember not being able to take my eyes off him and i just stared at him asleep on the bed – until it was time to play some more.
as you can see, he’s exceptionally debonair,
incredibly modest about his good looks,
(unless i dress him up in something ridiculous)
he’s adventurous & athletically gifted,
a compassionate listener,
but most of all, he’s the best thing that ever happened to me.
happy birthday, my love!
“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”
― Lao Tzu