A Hundred Million Miles

1/27/2005

35 degrees, 10pm.

T. is sitting with her swollen feet in a low, wide bucket of water to which I have added ice cubes.

Sailor approaches from the right, steps his front legs into the water, licks her knees, pants hotly on them.

Goldie approaches from the left, drinks from the water. Pants.

T. is in pain but she is also in heaven because she loves dogs like nothing on earth.


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