Standing in an aisle at Duane Reade, I realize that I won’t be bringing Burt a chocolate treat. He can’t eat chocolates the way he once could.

I’ve been breaking a little piece into littler pieces for him, but he’s not getting the kick out of it anymore.
Now, I add dark chocolate syrup to his ice cream for the flavor or give him a protein rich chocolate drink from Bolthouse Farms.
I hadn’t thought about it until I stood facing the Valentine display on this cold, cold day.
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