There
were the many days with him.
And
suddenly he’s gone. Now, many days without.
I
wonder what she is thinking, knowing nothing
about
old age, sickness and death.
She
knows, either he is or he isn’t, but then I am
not
a dog analyst or whisperer.
I
miss him, Apollo, my older dog who was
euthanized
two weeks ago at nearly 19-years old.
She
knows he’s gone. Footsteps on the wooden stairs
outside.
She
runs to the door barking as she does to let me know—
It
could be him! I hope it is, she expects.
It
is only the neighbor next door, I know.
Nothing
I can say or do.
She
waits and anticipates. And again, my heart breaks.
Now,
I think of her and what she would do without me.
How
selfish my thoughts. What would I do without her?
-30-
Chris
Hanch 4-14-2020
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