Some of the things that happen when you put a dog down.
You become conscious, in the middle of the injections, that there is no going back. 633 more words
23 hours, 28 minutes
1 day, 23 hours
When I put on my boots this morning, they felt really cold and crinkly.
I remembered that the last time I wore them I tried to hike over a stream. 220 more words
Blue, I think in cobalt.
Cerulean smiles. Prussian, well, takes charge.
But cobalt colors waves’ sink, glass pretending darkness
will save it from break, the near-night sky, 81 more words
3 days, 20 hours
Even in my extremely sad state, I admit that Pearl may not objectively have been the best dog in the world. But she was the best dog in the world for us. 317 more words
1 week, 3 days
Early Morning Poem For Pearl
Sun winks gold pink
at the freeze’s peaked rim, every edge below
a ledge for white, all
I hold the old dog, whitish, 114 more words
1 week, 4 days
Ode To Black And White Film (Photographic)
You turn spider veins
below the one-piece to
make pimples spots
almost capable of coupling… 319 more words