I squeeze and kiss my Golden Retriever,
smearing my nose on her cold, wet nose,
and then croon “MMMMMM” forever
into her cheek, like she’s human,
like it’s been years for both of us,
shifting left to right foot/paw, almost rollicking,
wagging our tails, and she does not object.
She smiles sparsely but bravely.
She understands this,
this is how I am.
#1 by Evelyn on March 1, 2011 - 7:57 pm
“She understands this,
this is how I am.”
Im happy there is Gracie…
#2 by Carl on March 1, 2011 - 10:48 pm
Thank God for Gracie! She is an angel. I hope I die before she does but she is not built to last too much longer.