A dog, after all,
is just a dog
until the elderly man
needs to be needed,
to nourish and nurture,
to bestow affection;
then that mongrel
from Animal Rescue,
part rat terrier maybe,
maybe part beagle,
walking the woods with him,
chasing squirrels and rabbits,
curling up at his elbow,
wagging its tail
at the sound of its name,
is the man's best friend.
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