nostr:npub1z2du49jz90df6w00c04scrjhy7p4tk8z6sd7lzanzekd57hd7ftqls7yfv nostr:npub1vstxpyupv493nlv28venrze2hmudkm00h2n89jut6zcrwk9w2qasul2qpa my Boongo had been declared in her last days by the vet. She was 16, deaf and blind and probably had had a stroke because she kept walking in circles. The vet was a kind man and told me “you’ll know when”. And I did. Exactly one year later, when she gave her last breath in my arms, and her heart, synced with mine stopped. One year of happiness for both of us.