Last year, sometime in April I believe, Geri and I had brunch at Dalia’s on Elm St. I had jerk chicken. It was the last time we were able to go out together. In October she transitioned to her heavenly home.

Yesterday, for the first time in months I asked Tom to pick up a jerk chicken dinner for me from Dalia’s. Later I found out Geri’s oldest fur baby Khaos had crossed the 🌈 bridge the same day.

Run free with your mama, Khaos. Tell her how much I miss her and that I won’t ever forget her. Thanks Hollie Wallace and thank your husband for me, for the wonderful care and love you gave to Khaos and continue to give to Blaze.