Thursday, 15 September 2016


What’s worse than knowing I’m dying?
Knowing the dog will outlive me.
I can’t even walk him today
But in a month’s time
or a year’s time
you and he will go walkies and play
you’ll call to him,
call out his name
and I’ll still be dead.
The dog will sleep in your bed
The dog will lie in your arms
But at least I know the dog.
One day,
even that dog will be dead;
the dog that outlived me.
He’ll be buried in the garden
and you’ll be alive
breathing and laughing
with someone I’ve never even met.

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