Dogs Linger With the Dead

After a death, dogs stay on to lay in a human’s cooling shadows. Linger to gnaw their love as invisible bones with their chow and Kibble. They will dig under ice, even rocks for a sight of a lost face. The faithful have a life by a window, they see an owner walk toward them though he or she never quite makes it to the door. Canines rest their simple souls in discarded slippers and shoes. They miss being owned to be ownerless is a dogs real sorrow, though the departed make an appearance every day in a chair, by the grates embers, or on a carefully made empty bed. Limpid eyes reflect the bereft and the bloodless Those that yet have a life within them. They stay on, linger long with the dead.