There’s an older widowed gentleman I encounter most days when I walk Daisy. He keeps a baggie of liver treats in his pocket for the dogs he passes. Daisy can spot him 100m away.
I haven’t seen him in almost two weeks, and I was a little worried. NGL, I may have combed the obits, just in case.
Anyways, today Miss Daisy starts pulling on the leash because she sees him on the other side of the road. We cross over and the first thing he says is, “Don’t get too close. I’ve just recovered from COVID.”
“Hey, me too.”
Turns out he got it the day after me. (Different source, of course.) Long story short, Daisy’s buddy Don is alive and well, and still walking the neighbourhood.