Tom hides Lindor chocolates in the house.  Then at an odd moment he’ll say, “You sound like a woman who needs a piece of chocolate” and offers me one.

It’s always the navy blue wrapper that contains dark chocolate, which is my favorite.  It is the kindest small gesture and I adore him for it.  I can feel the endorphins kick in when I bite into it.

At night I rub his head until he falls asleep. He likes it more than Swiss chocolate. He’s really a dog incarnate. This morning, he is reading me about Vlad the Impaler, who impaled men women and children by the thousands leaving their bodies to rot along the Danube. 

Now there’s a man who needed some serious love.