Kære Alma

I have to tell you something and I don't want to make it big, but I keep thinking about it, so.

Bastian's collar started flagging. It's the cheap kommune one from the vet programme, it just watches how he walks and how much he drinks, and last Tuesday it turned amber and stayed amber. Mum says amber means "look at this, not panic." But she said it twice, which is how I know.

He's fourteen. That's like eighty-two, apparently, but he still climbs onto the radiator shelf, he just takes a run-up now.

→ I have been sitting with him a lot. Doing homework on the floor. My back hurts and I don't care.

Here's the weird part: the collar app suggested I "record some audio for the memory archive." Like it already decided. I closed it so fast. I'm not doing that. Not yet.

It rained all Thursday on Frederiksberg Allé and he sat in the window watching the drips and I thought, he doesn't know anything is amber. That's the good part, right? He just thinks it's Thursday.

Do you think animals know? Be honest. Don't be nice about it.

Oskar (og Bastian, who is fine, mostly)

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