The 7th Hour

Krypto the super-hound has a new cape
Her soaring freedom flag replaced by a recovery shirt
curiosity and prey drive dulled in medicated half-life
lulling the body into restorative sleep.

I miss my perky girl and our forrest play,
grateful this is only temporary, unlike her final journey
when the warm puff of her sleeping breath upon my skin will only be a memory.
I cherish each moment with hearty gratitude.

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