On My Dog

The dog has decided not to die
He tells me with his bright eyes – sentinel ears
He is not done only the pain medication is done
The three inch step into the living room is too much
He will sleep above it
Until he decides it is time to go
Then I will cry my heart out
Like the child I am
Who has lost the toy
That is never to return.

by Bill Grace

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