100 days since my Blanc left. I dreamt of him last night, he was busy sniffing everywhere and did not have the mood to give me a kiss.
Blanc was a very handsome Siberian husky who turned heads in the street. He enjoyed all fine things of life — chocolate, foie gras (he skipped the toast), walks, soft sofas, tender voices, and some less fine things of life — cowdungs and the bottoms of female dogs. Blanc lived 16 years and 8 months. It was an exceptionally long life for a husky, but too short for all the love, the food and the journeys that I would like to share with him.
100 days afterwards, and years to come, the tenderness Blanc brought to my life will stay on.
