Friday, May 29, 2009: Everything I want to say seems an impossible task. There is so much locked up inside me and not enough time, not to mention a limitless use computer, to do it with. I still miss Chiquito, my aristocratic dog, very much. And I feel yet again that a war of nerves situation has descended upon me yet again.
I wish my dog Chiquito were still alive and that when I return to Argentina, our long walks would still be possible. But that will not be. Walking by myself where we used to walk is something that I do not look forward to.
