dogs, casually

loolooloo
loolooloo Posts: 378
edited March 2013 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
i don't want him to suffer-
we'll put him down.

cocking an eye at us, he laughs at the fact that we are speaking of his impending death.
A sneeze and a shake of the head later, he is content to lie at my feet, occasionally lifting a gigantic leg to rest on mine, rebuking me for the cessation of petting.
"Sun sets on this ocean- never once on my devotion."

"If I had this guy's voice, you could all kiss my ass."

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