no one loves us like a dog.
doesn't even have to be our dog,
their paws will reach under the chain link gate
towards our human hands
asking to be touched,
petted and loved
as they love us.
a warm paw meets a warm hand,
claws on fingernails,
pads on skin.
our thumb strokes their soft fur.
a man may be stoic in human tragedy
but show me a man who does not
cry at the loss of his dog.
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