- Vol. 07
- Chapter 08
MY IMAGINARY DOG
I no longer have to wait for him to bark
before I head out the door for our walk.
He no longer yanks at the leash
or tries to take off chasing squirrels.
I bask in the pleasure of no longer
having to carry a pooper-scooper
to pick up droppings after him.
He has a perpetual smile on his face
since he knows I’ll never put him down
as I had to do with all my previous dogs.
He still likes to sleep at the foot of my bed,
and, when it gets very quiet at night,
I often hear him laughing in his dreams.
He’s as affectionate as ever, eager
to offer the unconditional love
of the very best friend I ever had.