Finally it seems the Indian summer is here. We had a terrible last week even we had to switch on the heater at the beginning of September.
This afternoon I was walking in the light sunshine that remembered me our long walk with Berci. Every afternoon he was waiting for me at the door. After I arrived home I had no choice he was ’singing’ in the garden so we had to leave immediatelly. 
Walking in the fresh air and smelling the yellow trees are my sweet memories from Berci. I’ve spent a lot of time with him he was my friend and my sportmate.
Just so tragic that I could not say good bye to him.
Tags: Berci
