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saying farewell
Growing up, my dad had a small set of sweaters that he rotated through on a regular basis (~5, I think). When I went off to college, I surreptitiously took two of them with (I can't remember now if I'd been wearing them before, and it was natural to take them with, or if I suddenly decided "I want to appropriate those two sweaters of dad's, or if he'd stopped wearing them and they were going to go to Goodwill if I didn't rescue them). These two sweaters are ones that he'd taken to college with him -- we have photographic evidence, so they're now reaching the 30+-year-old mark. Today, I pulled one out, and found that, in addition to the slightly frayed wrist-band on one sleeve, Widget had gotten a hold of the wrist-band of the other sleeve and chewed on it; he didn't eat a piece out (as he often does), but there's a cat-mouth-shaped semi-circle bit into it, and it's covered in crystalized cat slobber. I took this as a sign that it was time to retire this particular sweater. Lately, because it's gotten a bit ratty, I've been wearing it only around the house, and not out in public, but it still got pulled out on a regular basis and I put it into the trash with a somewhat heavy heart.
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30+ years is a good life. Too bad something you are evidently sentimentally attached to can't be extended.
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