“We thought we’d just visit, but one thing led to another and Mr. Bert came home with us.
He was originally called Tank, but we were listening to Lolita on our road trip so we called him Mr. Humbert (Bert for short).
That was 2011.
Bert was very attached to my college aged son and didn’t want to travel anymore.
Whenever he saw my suitcase he wouldn’t leave my son’s lap and made himself scarce during travel preparations.”