In the midst of this chaos, Nouka wandered, disoriented, as if she were still looking for her mistress. The old dog was the only one who was experiencing real sorrow that day.
A constant and silent presence with the grandmother
Maëline, a nurse by profession, had moved in with her grandmother during her last months of life. Not out of interest, but out of love. Together, they shared daily meals, sincere exchanges, a simple and natural affection. The grandmother, perceived as austere by the rest of the family, was in Maëline's eyes a profoundly fair woman, who valued honesty and merit.
No one else had really grasped this complicity.
