My Little Fox

My dog is dying. He’s 18

and turns circles when he eats;

spinning like a clock near his bowl,

each turn taking him closer to death.

My son says β€œThere’s an escalator

that goes to doggie heaven.”

He asks if he can go there

to see the dogs at play.

My dog looks like a fox

though he was never cunning.

He’s always splayed and half asleep

but in my mind he’s running like he used to;

his trim legs grabbing at grass with glee.

When he dies, so will a part of me.

Published by sarcasticfringehead

I'm an adult survivor of child abuse who documents therapy; a yellow brick road to hell.

12 thoughts on “My Little Fox

  1. so sad 😦 you obviously love him very much; I know what it’s like to lose a dog, someone esp one that’s been part of the family so long; my granddaughter thought that Chloe would still be chasing balls up there in Heaven πŸ™‚ reaching out to you πŸ™‚

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