Julie A. Dickson
I woke to you on the floor, not near my leg where you always slept peacefully - reached down to lift your thin body back to me, my furry friend fifteen year companion once robust and active, now bony, breaths shallow, I wept on phone when vet himself told me to bring him Early morning goodbye, you rode home curled in backseat box favorite fleece blanket. Couldn’t face burial yet all day stroked hardened body, fur no longer soft - cried that I lost you, my confidante, friend when I had no one else
Julie A. Dickson is a poet, cat lover, adopted person, elephant advocate who writes of bullying, childhood memories, environment and nature. A push cart nominee, past poetry board member, Dickson holds a BPS in Behavioral Science and worked with dementia patients in their homes. Her poetry is found in Misfit, Open Door, Ekphrastic Review and Blue Heron Review, among others.