02/24/2026
Years ago, my dear friend watch the while we were out of town for a beer fest. Nox decided that a corncob that was securely stored in her lunch bag sounded like a mighty tasty treat and chomped it right down. She spent the morning giving him hydrogen peroxide while begging him to please barf up the offending vegetable core. He was a husky so, naturally, he chose to do anything but what she asked. He ended up expelling the cob safely, but I'm pretty sure my friend was scarred for life.
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When Nox died at the beginning of this month, she sent us a care package from . That level of thoughtfulness, especially because she knows how much I adore good (nay, great) rolls and soup made me feel so seen and, therefore, loved. Although I am a bit sad she didn't choose a corn chowder π
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As a thank you, I drew this Perro de Colima-inspired portrait of Nox and his ill-begotten corn. I hope it brings her a giggle and reminds her that friendship may sometimes be messy, but it's also beautiful. I am so beyond lucky to have friends like her.
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