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The Quiet Castle
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...
Friday 19th August 2022 8:25 pm
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