How beautiful and strange is the universe? After writing my dog saga this morning I got an email from a family member who lives overseas to let me know that her doggie had died. She also sent a poem that she had written about her dog long ago and when I read it I cried. Here it is, with her permission.

Ragged black flag
Held high
She skitters
Full of purpose
And pee.

To think of her
Is to feel the feel of her.
The hard little head
That ducks
And butts
Under my hand.
The warm silk of belly
Humbly exposed.
Her compact body
Is dense with love

I am pack leader,
But she is queen of time.
For she doesn’t know
–As I know–
That we won’t sit here
For ever.