Loving One Another

Washing the Dog’s Blue Dish


Great writing, Lee. Heartfelt. We’ve been there!! This is worth reblogging. I want my friends to see it.

Home of Have, Poems by Lee Robison

Farely was gone. They had taken him to the vet. His tail thumped on the gurney. Then it stopped. The eyes glazed, and he was gone.

Dianne was surprised to find herself thinking about it two days later. She had not particularly liked the grubby old dog—he was Doug’s. But she stood at the kitchen sink, her hands in the warm water, thinking about the tail on the gurney and the glazed, flat eyes.

She had cleaned the house, vacuuming and dusting up the last of the hair fluffs under the couch and from the corners. She hauled the grubby bed out and draped it over the garbage can outside the kitchen door. The house smelled of cleanser and rose-mint air freshener.

Dianne looked down at her hands in the soap-filmed water. She was surprised to see that she was rubbing them together, washing them in the dirty water. She…

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