Shaun
After an hour of tests at the vet’s
you sat on my lap so quietly
waiting for the verdict.
They said you were in great shape for a dog so old,
and with a bit of attitude.
I was so proud of you,
you were so patient and good
so content to sit there.
A few weeks later you were gone
The last week I made your favourite, spaghetti
to be sure you would have some,
then let you finish mine.
Going for a walk
two days after
I turned down a side street.
Because I could not face the curve of Northmount drive
where you liked to stop and lift you leg against every other poplar,
as we waited impatient to get home.
I wonder now, as we walk the neighbourhood whether
the other dogs will unexpectedly smell you against this tree,
that rock and find,
as I do while standing at the kitchen counter
or rolling over in bed,
some happy memory of you.
First Draft (it took a year)
Remembering
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