I wake up to a soft whining at 6 am
No, I slowly remember.
Harry is gone.
I am putting Wallace down for a nap
A dog barks outside
I catch myself looking for him
anticipating the sound of his tag
as it jingles against his collar
when he follows me around the garden.
I expect to see him curled up
on the couch when I come down the stairs.
It seems so quiet now.
“Maybe the house will stay cleaner?”
I say to Jeffrey.
We both laugh.
As if Harry was messy.
only his paws on a rainy day
All of his belongings fit in a brown paper grocery bag
with room to spare.
He took everything with him
except his bottle of ear wash,
which he hated anyway.
The girls said goodbye.
I couldn’t tell who was more sad
and who was more mad
Because I did it.
I decided to find him a new home.
I made the arrangements.
I brushed his fur one last time
and kissed his black nose.
And now it is quiet
But I keep hearing Harry.