Taking the Dog To the Vet
I called and called. She wouldn’t come.
Hiding in manzanita – had she
become a wild thing?
Search partner for eleven years.
Now, tumors in her lungs.
It was time. We’d dug the grave
and spoken the sentence.
Deaf to my command. A dog
who read my mind, who knew at least
five words for “find” – and I
imagined she didn’t understand?
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