a letter to a dear friend's dog

Sasha. I remember three years ago, when I first moved to California, that you and I bonded almost immediately. You were always so curious and excited to meet new people, sniffing and licking me. Though you were not my dog, I felt compelled to care for you in a way I often do not extend to other pets. But three years have passed, and time is often cruel to senior pit bulls. I watched as your skin grew taut around your ribs, the way your body shrunk. I cleaned up after your accidents. I hovered close by, as your clumsy gait slowed and stumbled more and more. I knew this day would come to pass. Today, November 10th, at 12:40 PM, I lose you. Today the universe cradles you once more in its infinite embrace. I will miss your bubbly snores when you dream. The specific sound of your claws click-clacking on the hardwood floor. The whimpers begging to be tucked into bed. Your company when I would sit outside in the backyard, puffing cigarette smoke into the air. Those beautiful almond eyes,…

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