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Three Line Lunch: Red’s Last Day
a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 197
Red’s Last Day
Morning he came to me in kitchen. “Hey, sweetie boy,” I ruffed his scruff and he smiled.
Afternoon he collapsed, I carried him down to car, Elise sat with him in back, gave herbs.
Quiet natural death at vet’s while we hugged him and talked him through to the park.