Ode to a Black Dog

Dusty as a baby

I buried my black dog this afternoon. That’s not true. We buried my black dog this afternoon.

She’d taken a turn over the weekend and by Sunday night when I got home from a trip to the mainland, she wouldn’t eat dinner. I coaxed her to lap at an egg. I rang my personal quick dial vet, who walked me to the knowledge that she’d come to her …