So slow and short the walks now, so
tired when coming back. I remember
when you were little more than a puppy,
recently arrived from Romania, and still
very afraid, and we would walk an hour
until you would finally dare to stop
and relieve yourself. Now it's less than
half a kilometer and a dozen minutes,
but at least you don't have to sit down
to rest - perhaps there will be leaves on
swaying branches, full foliage, before
you go to walk with Tara again.
01.04.2024
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