7.18.14 On We Shall Go
Shiva Louisa. 16 3/4. Dearest beloved.
Suddenly coming out of the bedroom
all the all the time.
MORE food.
MORE treats.
MORE outside meanderings; out the back, not the front.
I've no idea what has shifted for this brilliant old being.
But I'll follow.
And I'll do the best I can , by her.
And on we shall go.
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