Should never have introduced her to him.
He was small, black and shiny with wavy hair.
He had a happy and easygoing character, a freedom of spirit, a passion for discovery.
He was the lightest of the puppies, and had the most expressive eyes among them.
He was a weird boy, the most fragile of them, and had the most expressive eyes all the same.
Hounds perish in place of their owners. Less boy and more man than before, he realized in the sunny desert of the mountains that his hound was already old. It would have crossed anyone's mind - or at least any mind as singular as that one - that his suffering made it grow older.
Boy, oh boy. Should never have introduced her to him.
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