Across the years, I must have appeared to her as a timeless caretaker unchanged. She thought I didn’t age and I was always tall.
I got her when she was weeks old. She was small and we fed her more than the vet recommended. Her whole body wagged for visitors whom each received a gift — her toys or one of my shoes. She grew long and played at the park with my kids and she watched them grow tall, too. When her muzzle turned white, she wanted to lay down more and watch us like we watched her.
In our 10 years together, I remain unchanged, except for in the way I learned to love her.
Microfiction entry for 11.19.2020
📸 Our dearly departed farm dog, Pretty Margaret