In the end there was a certain grace splayed on the table unrecognizable our beloved (pup) barely five sedated on a manual respirator unresponsive Phenobarbital overdose in wait human hair not fur its smell and luster in spite of a final breath-less episode just minutes before we arrived for our nightly visit the ex and I he from across country in case of the worst sweet pup earlier in the day recognizing his hide and seek whistle paw shake of recognition cone headed oxygen tubes stapled to her nose the ex fearing our last link too expiring yes, a certain grace to release this spirit from the metal vet emergency room cages to sniff her hair in the last shallow horror of breath a stopped baby-like heart all muscle and miles of hiking reduced to toneless aspiration pneumonia complication of— the ominous seriousness released spirit etherized in the lingering smell of the keepsake collar and blanket on the bed at my feet where nightly she tried to creep up pawing me still Copyright © 2014 by Peter Covino. Used with permission of the author. |
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