Tartufo

by Kira Jane Buxton

When a dog chooses to love a human, it is a timeless affair of the soul and spirit, a meeting far beyond the mortal body. An eternal entanglement is this mingling of the souls.

A loyalty beyond language and all of life’s earthly matter.

we humans smell in color.”

How easy to get swept away with suspicion. To allow hysteria to deafen one’s instincts.

With grief there are no perfect words waiting to be plucked from the sky, just a sea of sad feelings, everyone bobbing in the same boat.

Fears don’t prevent death, they prevent life. My love for you is so strong that I will always be with you. And that’s a thing that will never, ever change.”

“Loss brings everything into focus, doesn’t it? The fragile beauty of life. A desire to live fiercely. It sweeps away the dirt of anything unimportant, exposes the truth. The wolves know how to live in harmony with the land that nurtures them. They are thriving.”

Vines planted in tiny lines like library books.