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Mancano ventitre giorni alla partenza.
Saranno densi, ma voleranno. Già lo so.
Ho trovato casa. In centro. Al momento ci vivono uno spagnolo, un portoghese e una giapponese. Quando anche io avrò preso possesso del mio "quarto", ne rimarranno ancora due da occupare.
Oltre a questo ci sono due bagni, una cucina piuttosto grande, la lavatrice, il salotto, la sala da pranzo e internet wireless.
My parents are away in the mountains. I needed a little 'vacation.
The house is empty and silent. Too. Missing a friend who has been with me for eighteen years, always faithful, always sweet, sometimes funny, at times mischievous. My company has done so many times, and in recent years has often been a comfort after the fights with my parents. He always went well as I was, and even She was nice. He loved to sit on the couch dozing, lulled by the clicking sound of my fingers on computer keys, he liked to lick the jar of chocolate danette and run in the garden during the coolest hours.
went crazy for salmon, she hated the vet and do not compromise on the timing of meals. For the rest, was very accommodating, also ready to share the couch in exchange for a caress.
When she heard my voice coming from my computer (because we were talking via skype), start looking. But it has never failed to recognize the screen.
's always been very polite, never out of place if you do not pee in the last few days, by which time the disease was acute. He wanted to be considered part of the family and got angry when there was a basket, a pillow or a blanket given to him in the room where we were: he had to lie on the floor just to be with us, but we did not quite understand that it was right.
As a young man was a good fork, but has never been fat, rather than powerful.
Old age has brought with it disease and appetite, weakness in recent times, but never dementia. This made it even more heartbreaking. Over the past two days, when she could not move his neck, was still lucid and able to recognize us and let us know what he wanted. Maybe he was afraid of death, by any means the same presentation as a simple soul, maybe it was a puppy again, the fact is that he wanted to be stroked all the time. Otherwise emitted a weak but clear, meow.
His last day we spent together, lying in a garden in front of another in order not to lose sight of. It was warm, but a slight breeze carried a bit 'of relief. I was reading, he watched the blades of grass and every now and then I asked to be shot. It 'died alone in a hot Saturday afternoon in which binding commitments and prevented me from being with him. It 'died in only two hours when the house was empty, some say he did it on purpose, that the animals are hidden when their time comes.
I do not know what may be true, but I know that we want to believe, because I think that has tried and not found in its final minutes hurts me so much.
E 'died after being able to come out of the small shelter anti-flies that we had built around it, although now unable to stand. We could not understand how he did it, but he had not understood what it was for the small building and felt like a cage. The last action of his life was, therefore, to regain freedom.

I love you, B.