Her house, her home.ĭuring this period, she shows her gratitude through indulgence and an accommodative mood never shown before. The ultimate recognition of trust implied in this special friendship, the most sincere compliment that Lino could give me, was to pass the last month of her life at our house. Laetitia had reason to be jealous, because between Lino and me existed emotions and comprehensions that were inaccessible to her.ĭespite Lino's period of absence for four months in 2005 and many other months of rather fleeting contact, this friendship would immediately resume, right after the comma where it was interrupted. We did not suffer a lot from the communication abyss between man and beast. It is the most amazing and privileged friendship of my life. In response to my devotion & diligence, she gives me her friendship. I have to share her with two others, crows. This friendship with Lino wasn't a simple exercise, more a complex drill of learning loving rituals and the rituals of love.
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She knew how to manipulate me, to make me discover her wishes and whimsical exigencies.Īnd more remarkable: Lino taught me to appreciate the pleasure of fulfilling them with feelings of tenderness! How she loved to be cuddled, at the right moment. How she wanted, to pass time together: just sit on my knee. Alone she was quite proficient, but she largely preferred the teamwork. How delighted she was, to show me where to find the entrance of the crickets tunnel and dig them out with my knife. How she rejoiced, that we formed together a strong team of grasshopper hunters How exalted she was, to meet me by chance and far away, 6 km from home Frustrated, I can only read the clues she has left and reconstruct how she spent the day of her solitary death.
I make the picture of this last pose she offers me. What cruel failure: having missed my chance to support her during that most frightening moment in her life when company is in dearest need. I return from my Parisian mission at 22:30, hoping to give her medication on time. It is this posture, like on the verge of an elegant landing, that Laetitia finds her at 19:30. She falls on her side and in a feeble attempt to breathe, extends her limbs.Ībout two milliliters of blood flow from her mouth. She coughs once, projecting drops of blood. Towards the end of the afternoon, she feels a pressure in the chest jumps down on the floor. She lifts the lid to inspect the contents of the pan: no bacon in the mashed potatoes. She makes several trips to the kitchen for snacks. She sits on the back of my chair, looking outside, through the glass door or turns round, to face the living room & watch the dogs. She eats egg yolk, cheese and 'Junior' dog food. I leave for Paris at 07.00, Laeti leaves at 08.00 for her course.
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