“It’ll be alright, she’s not suffering any more.” Gloria comforted Peter. Peter sniffed and nodded. She had had a hole in the big toe, and the time had come where she was deemed not worthy, and simply tossed away. Time was, a good owner would whip out the thread and needle, and darn the holes, make them good as new. Not these days. Simply toss ’em out and get a new one. Leave the other behind. “It’s not fair.” sniffed Peter. “I know, I know.” the other socks reassured him. He and Gloria, vibrant green and yellow, best pals from the off. You can’t darn a broken heart.