Max met his best friend when he was six months old. There were many suitors vying for attention, but the stripes grabbed his interest. They reminded him of Frank. A beautiful relationship was born.
Max and Pelt. Pelt and Max.
In Good Times...
and in Bad Times.
Pelt went well with a book
and a cat
and even television.
Pelt loved to get outside
and visit others.
He was there in sickness...
and in health.
Max wouldn't ever let anything happen to his best friend.
They were inseparable.
Somewhere along the way it became a trio. Max, Pelt, and Thumb. Wherever Pelt was to be found, so was Thumb. And after 3 1/2 years, it was time to break up the party. We talked about losing Thumb and keeping Pelt, and Max did make halfhearted attempts. But clearly Pelt and Thumb were too interconnected. After much discussion, the date of the long goodbye was set...
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