My brother lost his best friend a few days ago, a friend who was by his side every moment for fifteen years–when he walked to the mailbox, cooked dinner, tinkered with his car, swam in the pool, slept at night.
And so, when he texted me that Chance was gone, I cried with him. Not only for his loss, but for the memory of losing my two best friends, Jubie and Bear–not to death, but to divorce.
So I wrote this haiku, for sweet Chance, and all the dogs we’ve loved and lost.
Rest well, dear friend
By my side so many years
My heart lost its wag