FIFTEEN YEARS AND EIGHT WHOLE MONTHS
I am fifteen years and eight months old now. I don't feel much different except that I take the time to listen to the world and breathe in all it's glorious scents. Even though my eyes are not as sharp as they used to, I see everything with a calm presence. I am old. Very old. I know. I watch the Littles run around frantically and I know they won't listen to me until they become me. Slow down. Relax. Listen and enjoy. I am so much older than Mia's new puppies. They are growing and walking and hearing and seeing, just like me.
It is funny I think, that the beginning and the end is nearly the same.
But for now I think I will nap. Or ask for a chewing bone?
I have the whole day to decide.
I love my life.
May your days be filled with peace my friends...
It is funny I think, that the beginning and the end is nearly the same.
But for now I think I will nap. Or ask for a chewing bone?
I have the whole day to decide.
I love my life.
May your days be filled with peace my friends...
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