*I haven’t been able to write much about my beloved Hearing dog, Willow, that was more than just a dog to me for 11 years. He was a son, friend, soul mate, companion. He was my everything. My better, kinder, wilder half. Every year he is gone hurts. I hope to write more about this feeling, but every time I try, it feels more like excavation than writing (though the most important writing likely is an excavation).
Willow, wherever you are, whatever form you have now, I love you.
*For those who are curious: this poem is about some of my experiences living in South India that inspired my first novel, MAKARA. I’m working on some poetry right now that explores those memories and I’m thus far calling the series of poems Makara’s Roots or possibly The Rewriting.