She said her dog died of a brain tumor. Happened quickly, seizures one after another. For years that dog sat between them on the couch, they talked through him and to him like the child they never - -
Saturday morning chores after walking the dog she'd go through the motions with her husband in and out and inandout she'd lie and listen for the dryer to buzz, think about what she could use to remove the stains from the shower years building up in the corners, a small bruise beneath the skin.
They got a new dog. And some new scented trash bags for the kitchen that stretch and flex and never tear.