NaPM April 22 2015

[Erthona]

Blue

I would say "truck"
and he would jump in the back.
He would stay there
until I told him to get out,
unless I had gone inside somewhere
and it had gotten too hot;
then he would get under the truck.
When we would walk, he would walk
three feet ahead and to the right,
making sure nothing threatening
was coming into sight; no leash required.
Then he started to lose his sight.
I noticed when he jumped on the hood of the truck
instead of into the back.
He could no longer tell which was which.
Although completely blind
(you could see the cataracts, milky on his eyes),
he could still find his way out the dog door,
off the porch and to where he needed
to do his business, but then,
the seizures began and I knew it was near the end.
One day he went out to the wooded area,
found a hollow place, curled up and died.
And I was lost, never to be found.  


Erthona


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