And the road travels on. But I'm still near you. In my life, like a song. I will still hear you.
Yesterday we danced for hours ... Poor old lady for us must have wondered. It goes so quickly, to get into a state of mind. When the bus was investigated before we dared not hope for a future, so we focused entirely on the present. Poor in uppfostringssynpunkt but inevitable. Then when we were informed that the Bus is healthy, it was about to change mindsets.
I'm back there, liberating in a way - scary in another. I may enjoy the present with my bus, we can dance for hours face down in bed without brushing your teeth (the Bus wake up after half a minute and calls to get his toothbrush, gull chick). But I can not talk about the future, again. Bus plan is to stay at home dad for a minimum of nine pups. I can not even think about, how he must feel, if he does not get it.
It's me and the bus now. Nothing else is important.
Hope we get some time to neurologist soon so that we have clarity.
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