My little dog Hanna is sleeping toward her death
congestive heart failure will claim her soon
She sleeps at my feet, fluid filling her, lungs rasping
as if she were a five pack a day smoker
She ran across our huge backyard barking at lightening across a dark blue sky
She ran opossums with our two other dogs until the rodents fell over feigning death
She smiled at me because she believed she killed the little beasts.
She sleeps now, perhaps dreaming of opossums and her playmates dead too soon
She will join them running, chasing, alive again while I remember them
Until I join them and no one is left to tell about my little dog Hanna.
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karlaakins said:
I’m so sorry.
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sistacrumpet said:
I am so, so sorry. I am thinking of you and your special girl.
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cupcakes-and-lithium said:
Sending you both internet hugs.
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