i had a dog named jack.
he was a great dog, my favorite so far.
an irreplaceable little mutt
who would wait for me at the end
of the driveway for my return from school.
he didn't know he would be shot
one day by the neighbor.
he never questioned fate
never thought of that day
never contemplated mortality
never sat up late smoking,
wondering why he kept going.
he was a dog, the best dog.
happy to be a dog.
how goddam lucky he was.
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