My Dog

 /   /  By Emma Birches
Stone Soup Magazine
November/December 2012

By Abby Shaffer

I look at him
My dog
Head on tiny white paws,
Breathing heavily.
He looks back at me
His eyes sad
As if to say, “Come to me,”
So I do.
Then I
Stroke his head quietly
And he closes his eyes,
His breathing deep
Raspy
And tired.
He is small, sick, and old
But right now he is with me.
So I give him a kiss
And let him snore.

My Dog Abby Shaffer

Abby Shaffer, 12
Riverside, California

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