These days she feels best near water. The air is cooler there and smells of must and the chosen bloom of the day. Moss is prevalent, which doubles for a place to lay her head. New England has been experiencing a mild summer, and I think it’s that way; for her.
Her hip bones and spine protrude through her thin skin and fur. Her breathing is shallow, and I wonder how many breaths she has left. She walks these days, and does not run. She still remains so gentle.