A haibun of mine first appearing in
Contemporary Haibun Today
July 2013, vol 9, no 2
There's Something in the Eyes
of my old dog today. Something beyond aches and pain. Something like
sadness, as if he knows he hasn't long to live. But perhaps I'm only
projecting what I feel.
the old dog's
labored breath -
rasp of wind-blown leaves
He's visibly weaker and his vision and hearing have worsened. A small
dog, I have to lift him to my lap as he's now unable to jump. He's been
my friend for 15 years and like all really good friends I will miss him
deeply when he's gone.
after walking my dying dog -
the rock in my shoe