Heath
Back feet splayed.
He lowers himself.
I know he is in pain.
But he raises his grey muzzle
And looks me in the eyes
And I know he knows I am the same.
He comes for comfort and I
Put both hands on the sides of his face
And know I can infuse the love and memories
of all the good years we have had.
I believe the touch has some magic.
Heath is resting now and tomorrow is another day
For both of us.
Copyright © Richard Jordan | Year Posted 2021
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