Of three puppies at a shelter, looking sad.
I’d not have noticed, really,
Now that I’m a cat person,
But my friend turned 80 this year,
And his elderly dog just died,
So it resonated, somehow —
The sadness, and those huge paws…
So many kinds of sadness in the world:
No home, no one to love or be loved by,
No wagging tail to greet you at the door,
Each one an ache to echo larger losses:
The ones we can’t bear to think about,
Or feel…
I’m doubly thankful for the cat
Now sleeping on my lap.
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