that moment 1992 sitting alone on the deck massaging our wolfhound— my long-sought-after buddy, his rich wiry fur, eyebrow tufts and beard 150 pounds stretched out on the planks my vet-tech hands, soothe and pleasure as they listen, attend I run my hand down his back legs, warmed in late-summer sun stop at his hock what is that? a lump? my heart skips a beat then thunders breath flees I finger the knot attached to the bone growing out of the bone osteosarcoma
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Very moving, Amrita. The ending made me gasp! Beautifully written. Thank you.
This is the warmest and most memorable poem I've read ever. Very touching and sad in the most beautiful of ways Amrita.
You are the best and I love you for this 🌝