Playing Dead

I pretend to execute the dog
I pretend to mourn her
She excitedly wags her tail
At my pathetic imitation of mourning
She lovingly licks my face
And nips and paws at me

One day it will not be pretend
With luck many years from now
With luck not on those cold medical tables
She will not wag her tail
She will not lick real tears
The next day I’ll do a pathetic imitation
Of a person

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