I could smell his clean dog smell, his breath, feel his saliva on my cheek.

When I finally thought to bring my arms up, to hug him to me, he was gone.  I opened my eyes, and he was back on his side of the road, watching me.

My arms still hung in the air between us, urging him to come back, to be held.

Come here, boy.  Once last time…

But I knew he wouldn’t…knew he couldn’t.

Instead, his lips drew back in a smile, baring black gums and white puppy teeth.

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