Good Boy

By Chris Bunton We murdered our dog today. Or at least that’s how it feels.We say it’s for the best.We say he’s suffering.But, it feels like a pointless death. He ran into the vets office.A Good Boy with cancer.He tripped twice, bumping a wall,and peed for the last time. What did he think as heContinue reading “Good Boy”

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