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28 Dog Years When I’m home, she follows me floor to floor Without complaint, lugging fifteen year-old bones, Settling once she knows again where we are. Now I’m gone, she lies by the front door Watching through the glass for my car. I have never seen this—but I know when I open the door at last, she’ll be there. My husband recounts by satellite phone the hours She lay there today, rising only to make sure I hadn’t sneaked back in while she was asleep Or to watch him fill her bowl, then not eat. Every minute you’re gone feels like forever, He says, his voice travelling all the way To space and back before it reaches me. ...

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