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Death of a DogI never cared for dogs especially little ones like the one who pranced inside the door left open not to welcome strays but to catch a breeze on a hot summer day. A silly little mutt pushing its nose against my hand it licked wagging its tail while looking into my eyes before flashing out the still open door while I, compelled for some undefinable reason followed this dumb little dog who ran into the street got hit by a car then waited to die til I held it in my hands it licked me and wagged its tail one last time. And though decades have passed Since the death of this dog whose body I threw into a dumpster of garbage and trash I, who never cared for dogs Especially little dead ones Cannot forget this mutt Who came into my life For five minutes, no more |