Sad, Lonely Choice
stethoscope ends
emerged from ears,
lady vet’s task
then grimly done—
take your time here,
offered her aide
while tears seeped up
as faithful dog,
grown feebly-old,
lay still, inert,
after last breath:
sad, lonely choice,
my only one.
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