i expected to see him on the couch,

sprawled out on the couch like a rug, he quickly shit his eyes before i turned on the light.

i removed the pillow what was graciously resting his head,

every breath he took was sacred, like as if buddha himself were meditating.

i stroked his velvet like ears, rubbed his belly and spoke kind words to him.

he opened his eyes, and all i could see was the red-like tissue that kept his eyes in place.

other than the back of his head, his eyes were no where to be found,

but i found myself rubbing his belly, as if i were rubbing one of those buddhists belly for good luck, but i know whats coming,

he won't be here forever, the evidence shows,

his grey hairs looked more apparent, i wouldn't have to search for them, and it' s not like i was looking for a four leaf clover.

he paused,

i paused,

he exhaled, and i followed.

thank god.

he's going fast, faster than i think.

bailey,

my first puppy, why must you show signs of decay?

you don't trot around like you used to back in the day.

i'm drunk....

good night,

cheers.