I suppose he'll die soon. I'm ...

I suppose he\'ll die soon. I\'m expecting it, like you do for a dog that\'s seventeen. There\'s no way to know how I\'ll react. He\'ll have faced his own placid death and slipped without a sound inside himself. Mostly, I imagine I\'ll crouch there at the door, fall onto him, and cry hard into the stench of his fur. I\'ll wait for him to wake up, but he won\'t. I\'ll bury him. I\'ll carry him outside, feeling his warmth turn to cold as the horizon frays and falls down in my backyard. For now, though, he\'s okay. I can see him breathing. He just smells like he\'s dead.
I suppose he'll die soon. I'm expecting it, like you do for a dog that's seventeen. There's no way to know how I'll react. He'll have faced his own placid death and slipped without a sound inside himself. Mostly, I imagine I'll crouch there at the door, fall onto him, and cry hard into the stench of his fur. I'll wait for him to wake up, but he won't. I'll bury him. I'll carry him outside, feeling his warmth turn to cold as the horizon frays and falls down in my backyard. For now, though, he's okay. I can see him breathing. He just smells like he's dead.

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