Street dog

This dog’s decline happens too fast. He still had fur in March. I took this picture three mornings ago, and this image bore no semblance to how he looked the last time I saw him.

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2 thoughts on “Street dog”

  1. John, it’s been a long time. I’m home to see mum for some days and our old old cat (you sure remember him, Tet, the black and white one) still remembers me and greeted me like in old days. Write to me, I miss you.

    1. Le, oi! I just read your comment here on my blog. I must have read this before, thought of things to write, and ended up not writing anything at all. I hope Co Doanh is doing well in Hanoi. And how can I forget that naught cat, Tet. He is living a good life and is almost retiring. But I remember there was another ginger cat who came into your mother’s life after I left Vietnam. How happy I am to have a friend who loves cats as much as I do. Happy new year and I miss you so much, my friend.

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