Ducks and Dog

These days she feels best near water. The air is cooler there and smells of must and the chosen bloom of the day. Moss is prevalent, which doubles for a place to lay her head. New England has been experiencing a mild summer, and I think it’s that way; for her.

Her hip bones and spine protrude through her thin skin and fur. Her breathing is shallow, and I wonder how many breaths she has left. She walks these days, and does not run. She still remains so gentle.


4 thoughts on “Ducks and Dog

  1. Nicely written and I can relate. We have an 11 year old Labby. She quietly and politely askes for help up on the bed and into the car. It is a priveledge every time I get the opportunity.

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