We now see Mango getting old quickly. Walking becomes slower and more difficult. He begins to see less. So really an old man. Out this morning alone with Mango. In the field he enjoyed his way. Not so fast anymore, but with a smile around his narrow snout.
Like a shadow Mango keeps following me.
Run again, just like before, only less quickly.
His muscling is diminishing. His body collapses, he grows old. In February we hope to celebrate his 14th birthday.
Just a drink, enough water after all the rain.
Rest and time for some pictures.
Old wise man.
His nose still works well.
My buddy, it hurts me to see how his body can no longer do what was so normal a few years ago.
