So, what shall we do? A walk? You’ve always liked being outdoors. Maybe the beach, however slow you may be now, although it’s a tad chilly in early spring. Spring. We hoped when you made it through winter that maybe...
How can we find enough ways to tell you what you mean to us?
Al we have is now. The open air, a good meal, your heavy weight on our feet as we sleep. And then tomorrow, here at home, that quiet final needle as we pat you and wonder about how quiet and empty the house will be.
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