Arthur got a new bed yesterday to replace his old, flat-as-a-pancake Fosters and Smith special. The cover - which my sister refuses to give away until it's a threadbare Kleenex - is the same, but the inside is brand-new synthetic down, baby! Arthur was skeptical, and I admit, the thing looked ridiculously poofy when I laid it down on the floor, especially next to the old one.
He climbed aboard eventually, but only halfway as if in homage to the old, flat one.
Rest in peace, old pillow. We shared some good times.
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