Thursday, September 20, 2018
My Irreplaceable Dog
I brought him home and he was no bigger than my palm,
he was the runt, but the first in the litter who came to me,
Dad always told me to grab the runt in the litter because
they're the healthiest, smartest, and cutest, and damn if
dad wasn't right, of all in that litter my Archie is the only
dog living, and he's going on 11 years, and healthy as small
horse, yet, the harsh anguish and imparting rush of anxiety
always addresses that he's mortal like me, and I'll never cope
with his death to come, he's a silent killer, always making me
laugh without blurting one word, or sigh, he's always in a great
mood, ready to go for a ride, on the words, "let's go bye-bye,"
he hangs his little head out the window, while propping his little
left paw on the door pad, and the other on my left leg, and he's
happy and content to watch the cars go slowly by, and I wonder
what is he thinking, or does he even care? He's my boy, that's for
damn sure, no other dog has brought me so much joy, so much fun
as ole Arch, he's very smart, and attuned to my emotions as well,
when I'm sad, he goes underneath my armpits and licks me from
an acute angle that only trained acrobats could maneuver, he sleeps
when I do, and will arise at 3:00 A.M. if I get up and grab a moment
or two on the computer, then snoring away right beside me, he's a
gentle dog, loving dog, and my only hero. - John Hardesty
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