Shadow

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We’re going to have to work together.

I’m watching his labored breathing.

Hearing his cough and an unrestful sleep.

He’s looking at me, giving me his understanding not necessarily accepting.

Fourteen years have built a friendship.      A motherly devotion.

Here, now, is an arrival of a season, a tradition of life.

Painful.

I want to go back, back in time, a time when he was a puppy.

But his time is seeping him into a memory, and I have no time to be heartbroken.

I don’t want to miss him.

If breathing for him, walking for him, seeing for him gave him any more bits of strength, any more bits of life, this would be my purpose.

We’re going to have to work together.

This is my purpose.

(5/30/2017)

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