about going to the vet
and finding out
that our whippet
has leukemia
and only a few months
left to live
it is about
how on the way home
in the backseat of our car
he moved from one window
to the other
tasting the air on each side
it is about how he stood
with his front paws
on the armrest
between the front seats
panting and smiling
as if he hadn't understood
a single word
the vet had said.
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