the dogs

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I will search for you in the fields
where we walked together through our seasons,
and I will find you there in the tall grass
when our ashes dance on air and swirl
through eddies in the creek we used to stroll
along, and finally mingle in its sediments,
your head on my shoulder again, in time
without season, at home among the ages.

– Randy Wilson
I met Julie on May 21, 1985, the day she was born, when she weighed about a pound and almost fit in the palm of my hand. I fell in love at first sight with her and her seven littermates, eyeless little slugs that they were. Over the years, they have taken me down roads I never would have gone down and they have taught me what I never would have known.