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My dog Rose will turn 13 in March. The pace of our walks have changed dramatically since her manic days as a puppy. She’s much slower and more cautious. But it doesn’t make me love her any less. Today as we were inching around the neighborhood, I thought wistfully of those younger years, and hoped that someone will be equally patient with me, when I’m walking slower too.
Tea bag art by Ruby Silvious [1]