as we visit her dog's grave site,
the stone
carved
with the name,
and age,
an engraved
imprint of Fido.
she lays down a bag
of Purina dog chow,
chicken and rice,
his favorite brand.
i've never seen her cry before.
not in all
the years
i've known her.
through tragedies,
the death of parents,
the loss
of others.
but for some reason visiting
the grave
of this dog
that's been dead for ten years
turns on the water works.
as we leave,
i put my arm around her
as she shows
me a scar on her hand.
he bit me
once, she said, then we
had to put
him down.
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