Seatmate

I have a Sweetie.
Here, he is going to be called Seatmate (so nobody can track him down and steal him away from me).

Here is one of his best features...


The image is blurry on purpose. When he smiles, he has these lines that seem to emphasize the joyful expression. He flashes that smile of his, and I will do nearly anything for him. To his credit, he has not used this fact for evil purposes.

Last May, less than 24 hours after my dear Grandmother died, we found out that my Mom's cancer appeared to have returned. I received the bad news at work, and with a great deal of squealing and screeching, my world quickly ground to a halt. I somehow found my way to Seatmate's house, where he greeted me at the door with the following antidotes to my condition:

1. a cup of tea
2. that tremendous smile of his

I have since asked him to be my roommate. He accepted, and we are now Happily Living in Sin.

So, why the name "Seatmate," you ask? Well, my life has turned into quite a rollercoaster, and every time I feel like I'm about to hit another big dip, I turn to my left and there he is, with a cup of tea and a smile.

All I can say to him is, thank you... and get comfortable.