I just got home from the elderly lady I always help; I’ve been looked after her dog, Hope. The lady is currently undergoing rehabilitation in a town further away, and I don’t know when she’ll be able to come home. I have a key to the house; I water the indoor and outplants—including this beautiful geranium—air out the rooms, and collect the newspapers and mail from the mailbox. I also take flowers to Hope’s grave, where I sit and talk to him. 💔
Afternoon rest in the summer heat, in the garden in the old, fishing chair. Big Mike really misses his sister, Masha. 💔 The house is so quiet and empty without her... We are inconsolable, just crying all day. I don't feel like doing anything... 😌 😢😌
Hope, the old lady's dog. ❤️ He is 14-15 years old, I go to feed her every day, give him fresh water. On hot days I change his water several times, wash his body with lukewarm water. He can hardly walk anymore, it's a miracle that he can stand this heat. The aunt doesn't let him into the cool house, only here in the front garden there are a few bushes, a little shade, where he can hide. He is always very happy for me, I love him very much, just like my own dogs. ❤️🥰