May 10, 2019:

Still, while I loved her madly, I came to feel terribly guilty. I lived on a shoestring, could barely afford to feed myself, so that I scrimped, I'm sorry to say, on feeding her.

When she gave birth I opened a can of wet food for her. The growling sound she made as she hoovered made me realize how famished she'd been. I did better after that.

When I hit the road, my mother kindly took her in. She became the love of my mother's life, not only mine. My mother fattened her into a furry football, she literally was so fat that my mother started feeding her cottage cheese to diet her down. I've always been very grateful for that.

Biography of my sassy fat bestie.