"Gordon" turned up at the front door as Softie was leaving this morning. I sat on the top of the sofa and watched out the big front window as he dashed around under her feet, criscrossing in front of her, legging it up and down the steps of neighboring houses and racing atop the stone walls that line the front gardens. I could see him chattering away with her, all the way to the bus stop.
I wish I still had that kind of energy.
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