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It started with a lump in the throat,
the dog’s throat, to be exact. Lying in the cool grass beneath the spent lilac, I rubbed her neck and found it. Like a grape, it rolled between my fingers. Cyst, I thought. At the vet, a week later, it had grown pillow like and the size of a coin purse. Nothing to do but love her, which is easy as breathing, but heavier now. The place in my chest where my heart hangs beating out its life song feels like a sack of cement. All the muscles in my body slack and heavy. Outside, she lies Sphinx-like between the Mock Orange and Ponderosa Pine, the best place to survey her domain. Thunder rumbles, and somewhere, rain falls on the distant mountains slaking the onset of drought. Like my tears gathering in hidden places waiting to fall.
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