They met in the twilight of their lives,
he tells us, pattering down the street
thinned of passersby at this time of day.
"In her heyday, she was really something."
Now, her sinews repose in pleats
as she ambles alongside, gladly yielding
to his gentle tug,
holding within a ridged and high forehead
a past that is only half hers.
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I can see them.
Did you notice the tattoos in the dog's ears?
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