another world less // an echo

lobo, my grandfather's dog, died recently.  that dog was his joy.  lobo was scared of the slick hall floor and would never go down that way after the first time he tried and predictably skittered and splayed, but when my grandfather was in his deathbed down that hall, in that far room, and he called, lobo went. 

the old man a wisp of wrung pain and the dog, with the caution of a cat, finally there by the bed at his dangling hand.

regal, lethal...i love a german shepherd.

bye, lobo.

ghost unto ghost / sad passage