The Aging Dog

Tuesday, November 17, 2020

Adopted at two months old.
A mixed dog, the told me.
Blue Heeler meets Labrador.
Fur patterns of 
browns, blacks, and whites.
Thirteen last month.
We celebrated with cupcakes.
I noticed your eyebrows are gray now.
They still look up inquisitively at
each passerby.
You spend your days resting in the porch
gazing out the window.
You settle into your spot
with a peaceful sigh.
Still finding moments of sunshine,
even when your joints ache. 


Dedicated to Moni. Published by Flora Fiction.

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