Thoughts While Walking a Dying Dog

we go slow
one foot in front of the other
there is no hurry now
no sense of destination
only the journey
however brief

he is going blind
white orbs that still shine with so much love and wisdom
there really is no other reason left to see
the sites are all familiar anyway

this moving on
this sense of loss
however many times experienced
never seems to get any easier
we are all simply temporary creatures here
on loan
seeking a home
a permanent place of residence
that perhaps
only exists
on the other side of living


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