Dog follows me in my grief,
sensing the tendons
that connected us
as they stretch
past breaking.
We lay together in forest dirt
smelling ferns and rotting wood,
watching a pill bug wander
across her paw.
She makes us a bed
of no expectations
I can rest in today.
I nuzzle her,
she receives my love
like quenching water,
with ease.
Her heavy breath
trains me to live.
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