It has been a while since I've written anything about Nanuq. He's getting older, that's for sure. He's always up for a run, but he's a lot slower than he used to be so now we mostly walk. He's developed a near-permanent limp from arthritis - and yet he still likes to bound around like a puppy, refusing to admit that anything could possibly stop him from having fun.
Sometimes, when I look at him, I still see that little ball of fur that we took in one night, that I could hold in one hand, and who fell asleep so trustingly on my chest.
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Sometimes, when I look at him, I still see that little ball of fur that we took in one night, that I could hold in one hand, and who fell asleep so trustingly on my chest.
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