Regret It Now?
We huddled together for warmth, and having him around made the endless loneliness a little easier to bear.
He knew about Christmas. Even in the bitter cold, he'd stubbornly crouch by the riverbank, trying to catch fish, just because I'd once told him that eating fish at Christmas meant we'd swim through the new year with plenty to spare.
I brought Felix along when Mom and Dad finally moved me to the city. But William thought he was dim-witted and never let him sit at the table.
Felix would eat leftovers from a dish in the kitchen and sleep there, or sometimes out in the gazebo. He wasn't the sharpest, but he had a good heart. Even when he was hungry, he never took food that wasn't his.