When my wife and I moved to Indiana four years ago, Rusty was one of our first visitors. We so thoroughly enjoyed his company that we welcomed him into our home permanently.
The three of us were nearly inseparable that first summer, sitting on the patio enjoying dinner, drinks and each other’s company. Rusty grew up to be a sturdy, handsome fellow with strong, thin legs and a rock-solid upper body.
Rusty wasn’t a feral cat, a pet rock or a guinea pig given to us as an ill-conceived gift; he was the first grill my wife and I owned together. Unfortunately, a series of debilitating injuries recently befell him, forcing us to part ways with our longtime charcoal-burning chum. Continue reading ‘Grill, I’m gonna miss you’
