Just back in from the garden, where the peas will be ready to pick in a few weeks. Nobody in our family loved peas more than Magic. We’d have to race him back there just for the chance to eat a few raw off the vine, before Magic would have them all polished off.

He would have been eight today, if the neurological damage from Lyme disease hadn’t claimed him far too early.

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