2011-46

Three
months ago, there
was the needle, the
pink fluid, and the
muzzle suddenly
still against
my hand.

Today,
the familiar yellow
postcard came in
the mail, the vet's
yearly reminder -
shots due.

Except
these days I don't
need a reminder,
not when there's
a gaping hole by
my knee.



Poetry by Minhocao
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Written on 2011-09-15 at 14:41

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countryfog
Sad, and more powerful and eloquent for the brevity and simplicity of its language. My own "best friend" is blind, toothless, arthritic and incontinent and I dread the day that I know must come soon.
2011-09-15