Leppotone

I'm so sorry to hear that. My brother lost his dog two years ago and it still makes him cry once in a while. One of my favorite poets, Bill Matthews, wrote about losing his dog. I'll post it, but do not advise reading it if you are sensitive to tough details (or if you hate poetry, heh). Big love to Rose. Loyal --William Matthews They gave him an overdose of anesthetic, and its fog shut down his heart in seconds. I tried to hold him, but he was somewhere else. For so much love one of the principals is missing, it's no wonder we confuse love with longing. Oh I was thick with both. I wanted my dog to live forever and while I was working on impossibilities I wanted to live forever, too. I wanted company and to be alone. I wanted to know how they trash a stiff ninety-five-pound dog and I paid them to do it and not tell me. What else? I wanted a letter of apology delivered by decrepit hand, by someone shattered for each time I'd had to eat pure pain. I wanted to weep, not "like a baby," in gulps and breath-stretching howls, but steadily, like an adult, according to the fiction that there is work to be done, and almost inconsolably.

the line breaks didn't appear, lord help my ineptitude. If you'd like to see the poem as it should appear: http://www.loc.gov/poetry/180/159.ht...