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“Poem”

  • Susan Black
  • Jun 3, 2024
  • 1 min read

Updated: Sep 20

I know it’s not the same


That a dog is not a person


But when my dog


(Elderly, diabetic, so diminished)


Unable once again to rise up from his bed


His legs splayed uselessly akimbo


Raised his eyes to mine


I knew what he was saying


And a few days later


On the last day


When he did rise and stagger to me


And laid his forehead against my leg


I knew what he was saying

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