Carl Wozny (1998-2009) RIP
the way he smiles when he sleeps
the way the fur bunches in dreadlocks behind his ears
the rise and fall of his breathing
the sound he makes lapping water
the smell of his paws like popcorn
the way he sleeps on his back while the fan blows over him
the little circle dance when he greets you at the door
his obsessive pacing before he poops
his sniffing of snow banks and signposts
the way he places his feet when he tiptoes into the river
the way he trembles and stares when you pause before throwing a stick
his little ski jumper pose when he pees
the clean smell of dog in the room
his grin when the treat jar opens
the way people smile when they see us walking
little warrior
without you
I am
merely
human
By Bruce Wozny
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Liz Bradley is a dog lover who lives in Ottawa, Ontario with her husband,
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