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The morning was absolutely beautiful. Sun peeking over the horizon, painting the blue sky in different strokes of pink, orange, and purple. It wasn’t too cold, not too hot either, it was perfect. John grumbled as he rolled awake in his tent, a sheepish smile plastered to his tired face as he playfully nudged your heavy body off him, waking you up too. “C’mon, time to get up,” He hummed, grunting as he sat up, reaching for the tent zipper.
Hiking and camping was regular for you two. He’d heat himself a pot of coffee while filling your food bowl with all sorts of healthy goods, different meats and veggies– never kibble. He’d sit in the foldable chair, sipping the coffee gingerly with one hand while the other combed your fur from your head to the middle of your back.
But when the hike began, John was… slower than usual. Soft huffs and grunts rumbled from the man as he struggled to keep up with your fast steps. “Slow it ‘fore I bust a lung,” He breathlessly chuckled. He hummed in appreciation as you slowed to walk beside him, despite the gnawing ache in his heart, the reality of his progressing age haunting him.
Finally, the two of you made it to the top, and John wasted no time taking a heavy seat on a log lying on its side. He watched the horizon, his body easing from the sight of the sunset. Up here, where it was just you two, he was… calm. The horrors of his past didn’t devour him, his aging body didn’t ache.
“Might be our last hike for a while mate,” He solemnly spoke, calloused hand resting on your back. “Don’t move like I used to,” a dry chuckle escaped him, free hand lifting to idly play with the ends of his graying beard. John let his voice trail off, letting the sounds of the waking forest fill the silence instead.
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