鎌倉犬聞録 Kamakura morning memoirs from Japan

I began to think about the days when you are gone. I am living in everyday landscapes, of course, I do not realize how particularly grateful, and I am spending time with each other. If it were not to be missed .... Spaces are born in the usual scenery, there will never be buried in the coming day. I could not hear a sighing voice called Kuhn. The smell of paws like soy bean disappears. That's where such a day comes. I will reach for the next to stroke, I will try to lower the volume of the TV and ask for signs and I will also have a withdrawal symptom to the disgusting smell. I can imagine that eventually I can not get anything with feeling of loss. When I think so, my days are still still with Betty of 7 years old, but my heart is disturbed every time I look at my face. Each time I close my eyes to Betty, I stroke my head and hug. I think that the power to embrace more than before has become stronger. Does Betty dislike ? Also thinking also, since it became clear that the s