This is going to be another poem letter.
Be near me today as I grieve
having to let go of a dog we gave a home
to for a little while.
I know he’ll happy with this owner, but
the sorrow came
suddenly the other day telling a friend he
would have to go &
then it came a week earlier. I
miss his presence, the burying his head
into my leg and letting me pet him for a
long time. Singing and he would look at
me like, what? I’m trying to sleep, but
actually I’m going to go in the other
room. Go ahead
and keep singing.