When he’s tired

Freaked out

Anxious

My dog Tito steps into his crate, draped in green and gold fabric

To look less like a cage, or a prison.

He stretches, turns around in a perfect circle,

Sighing in comfort

In safety

A sigh of a protected soul,

Dozing off on a velvety black cushion that he himself chose

When he sat on it at the pet store.

A year ago, Ti...

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