The seasons came and went. The man and woman slowed down. The collie could no longer lift his own weight from the floor and the man would gently put his arms beneath his belly and lift him up so he could walk outside to relieve himself. It became a routine, like the rest of their lives. (From The Cur)

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Short Fiction 

*  My Father Warmed His Feet                         In  A Cow Pie    *                           *  The Cur   *    Wings to Fly