Bleu's presence is a part of my daily observances; he lives next door to me. How wonderful is that? I watch Bleu move ever so slowly from place to place. It gives me time for pause in the routine of my day. Just that silent moment observing another wonderful countenance and wondering how empty my days will be when Bleu saunders to his heavenly home. Bleu is fourteen years old.
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