We Are Like Elves by Jamie Gergen
I often wonder what we did to deserve dogs.
They, who for generations bring us joy,
who greet us after our worst day of days,
as if we’d just won the greatest prize.
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Perhaps it is because we have won a great prize: their devotion.
We, the un-aging companion must seem immortal to them.
We, who will raise their grandchildren’s grandchildren,
before we even show signs of our old age.
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who summon them food from massive bags
or drop it from our tables, in effortless supply.
We recall their names like the litany of kings.
Rex, son of Astro. Punky, daughter of Rex.
Third in the line of good dogs.
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and they know ours.
They know the cookies are hidden atop the fridge.
And that you still have not thrown the ball.
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We see them from pup to elder,
gray grizzle covering their muzzles,
gray cataracts covering their eyes.
We carry them on their last days,
feed them steak or chicken,
and tell them they will always get to Heaven.
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begin to show. How terrified must they be,
when we stumble and fall.
When our limbs grow weak
and we start to fade from their world.
They must help us walk or stand, in the end.
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But then, they always have cared for us, haven’t they?
We, who live many decades care for beings who live for one.
We are elves because we want to be there
forever for our dogs.
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If you want to know what love is,
ask a person about their dog.
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