Stroke

I think,

While I was gone after food,

I promised myself years ago I’d never be gone if.someone was ill,

Finding someone dead when I return is worse then holding a.loved.one while they die,

It’s like a light going out,

Black is dragging his back legs now,

He looked at me like,

‘I didn’t do anything wrong mom!’

I went back to call Judy my friend,

When I looked up he had pulled himself down to my door,

I fed him in the kennel,

Now I have to go get him so he can lay on my legs,

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