three times, but i only
see
the photo of her dog
on the mantle.
i see his
collar,
his leash still on the hook
by the door.
his empty
bowl
on the counter with his
name on it.
in the corner is his
pillow
bed,
his toy bears and other
stuffed
animals,
his squeaky toy
and the bones he gnawed
on.
there's an oil
painting of him
on the dining room wall.
there's no sign
of anyone else ever living
here.
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