(In loving memory of Money BigButt Holstein, good dog, dear friend. Photo by Carla Perry)
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The ten best things
about the puppy dying:
We can sleep in,
there’s more room
in bed in the morning.
The old dog has never
seemed happier.
Whole house stays cleaner;
don’t have to pay the monthly
pet deposit.
We can travel easier, too,
although nowhere I’d rather be
than home with him.
Can take a walk
without stopping
to sniff every goddam bush.
When you are feeling blue
and life
seems like a shit sandwich,
you can stay depressed longer.
Your balls are always
right where you left them.
He’s not lost,
no reason to scour the countryside
calling his name.