But that…I have faith in that.

And maybe…just maybe, that’s enough

I know he’ll be there when it’s my time to cross, whenever that is.

And I know that he’ll be there if I ever change my mind, if I ever do decide that I’ve had enough.

He’ll be there whenever I come, waiting for me in the cornfield across the road or down by the river on the far bank; waiting for me to come to him, to join him.

I’ll hold him then, take his kisses and return my own, stroke his dark coat and tell him that I love him.   We’ll run there, play fetch, stretch out on the soft, cool grass and sleep, his back pressed to mine.

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