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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