The night she died, I got a call. After
I cried, I didn’t know what to do,
so I turned on the television—
the Dog Show, Westminster 2020.
We did both love dogs. I sat close to the blue
light and watched the golden retriever
stepping lightly around the ring, fur
rippling in a self-made breeze,
no thoughts of winning or losing,
morning or night, just loving the run
by her side, each day.
