it's a strange feeling knowing you only have a few walks left. what do we do? i don't want to tell anybody. i just want it to stay ordinary, just me and charlie. it's our story. everything changed. we would have been happy to do the same thing every infinite day, but everything changed. to do the same thing every day is in a way freeing, but time changes us anyway. if i'm lucky maybe i'll have a last walk when charlie is old, even though our last walk is in three days. i'm happy i have all the pictures, but i want more, even if they look the same. i don't want to take the last picture. she's a good dog. will i be lucky again?