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Writing: Think about what comes with spring. Revival, new beginnings, what else?
Art: Isn't the recent weather nice? Draw what you see outdoors!
I had a dream that my dog was dying and we didn’t realize… Time works so differently for us
Her eyes had gone milky white,
And her joints dragged with each step,
But she curled against me nonetheless.
My mom asked me why she was acting strangely,
And I realized she had aged without me looking.
At once I was guilty,
For I had spent so much time in my room and hadn’t seen her age.
I remember how small she was as a puppy,
When her ears were floppy,
When one stood up and the other drooped defiantly,
When she finally managed to stand them both up,
When she shredded the toy lamb,
And skinned her first tennis ball,
And ripped apart “indestructable” toys meant for dogs twice her size.
All of my memories flashed through my mind,
But I didn’t remember her eyes clouding over.
I didn’t remember when the limp–
Which she sometimes got from running too fast and turning too sharp–
Became a permanent fixture.
I didn’t remember one of her ears drooping down again.
And yet, there was evidence in front of my face,
Proof the change had happened.
I’ve never been so heartbroken.
I was glad, when I woke up, to find both of her ears still stood at attention,
To see the brown of her eyes, eclipsed by wide pupils,
To watch her jump up on the couch beside me,
To feel that her coat wasn’t as rough as it had been in that dream.
My dog was dying in my dream,
And I’ve never had such a warm nightmare.
The title is giving midwest emo song title, but I really don’t care.