somoru vagyok.

i can't believe morzsi's gone.
i was once told by some lovely person that i don't like change. they were right.
morzsi IS the most loving dog you could ever hope to know. and i have memories of pogacsa feedings... barking at horse carriages... i remember when i could pick him up as a little puppy, with nagypapa.

he was the most human little sheep dog ever. "BEFELE!!!" he could even speak hungarian. and i don't really care if you can't believe me, because perhaps you never got to meet the kid.

most sundays lately nagymama would tell me that she was ok, but that morzsi was getting old. the same way that i don't let her say that 79 is old, morzsi was never older to me. just wiser. he knew that sleeping was fun, especially in the sun on a little mat.

damn it i miss morzsi :-( mezoszemere is changing too quickly. lajos baci...ilonka nene...morzsi... it all really scares me.

it's just like grandpapa...i won't believe it until next time i get to mezoszemere and he's not waiting for me. i want morzsi back.