Dead Pets

In dreams they speak again, soft focus tails wagging, whiskers electric. The ones we have named. Those wide-eyed refugees we took home in cars or curled in our arms fragile ribs trembling. They return like blood to fill again a round vein in our thoughts. Those we once called mine, now understand, as we do - it was we who were once theirs.

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L Milton Hankins

Date: 5/4/2022 1:45:00 PM

Eric, you brought back so many memories and tears to my eyes for all those pets that made my life so much better over so many years. Some are waiting for me at the Rainbow Bridge. One's ashes will go with mine.

Vickey Rhymer

Date: 5/4/2022 12:14:00 PM

You made me remember Little Red a speckled pup and another I named Bleau.Little Red smelled delicious as babies and puppies do.Bleau was a beautiful merle coated Australian shepherd black and gray with the one blue eye.The day I went to see him he snuggled into my neck as a little newly weaned pup and the deal was done.One of these pets died when I was about eight the other at my mid fifties.Ones life cut short,the other living to old age.I balled the same at each loss. Your right Eric,they own you.

Ilene Bauer

Date: 5/4/2022 10:47:00 AM

beautifully described, eric!

Jeff Kyser

Date: 5/4/2022 8:14:00 AM

dammit, eric, what did you do that for? beautiful, of course

Maureen Mcgreavy

Date: 5/4/2022 7:57:00 AM

Amen. So beautifully and eloquently conveyed you brought a tear to my eye and a lump in my throat. Lovely done. xomo