Rubio’s Caresses

 

Sometimes, a dog like Rubio brushes by me on the street—or a dog very much, if not quite, like Rubio. When this happens, I feel that Rubio, up in Doggie Heaven, has come down to Earth again. He wishes me to know he has not forgotten me. And he caresses me, using another dog’s body. Then I look up and smile.

 

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