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Dog loss

Surreal.


There are books about pet bereavement. People you can see. It's what my friend Sarah wants to do. I don't think she can treat me though.


And besides.


What is there to say?


That being with whom I shared so much is gone.


There is space where there was presence.


Those eyes don't watch me any more.


I reach out my hand, touch the top of his head, his ears register pleasure and he glances up, dog-smiling. No more.


I sing badly and he whines and yips, knowing it's a game. No more.


No more allowing me to brush his teeth.


No more holding that long slim foot, that silky ear.


No more loud greetings and reunions.


No more walks.


No more.

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