Marika getting some love.
Today I saw a Vizsla tearing around a field, in search of whatever ecstasy of smells she was discovering, and I was reminded of my beloved Marika.
Without Dog
She won't eat,
drinks only small
sips from the bowl I hold
oiut to her.
Please, I say, please.
She attends earnestly,
panting, watching the air.
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I learn to stick the neeedle
quickly. I learn
to do it in the dark.
One hand holds an IV bag
high, for pressure,
the other slips the needle in.