When I first starting working in Marti's Garden - usually by myself - he'd linger with concern. An upturned 10 gallon bucket became his seat where he could watch over me.
Due to a cleft tongue we had limited conversation but his ability to communicate joy and love were/are always obvious.
I last saw Cholly two months ago as we passed on MFG. He looked troubled and afraid and didn't greet me with a hug. Due to C-19, it has been years since I've passed him on the streets. I look different.
As does he with a mouth of damaged teeth.
