I had a thought that maybe when I die, I will go to Heaven.
It was weird because I don't believe in Heaven or Hell or God.
This thought was centered around my dog being there.
She is really expressive, and has a lot of character, so I think
of her as human, almost.
So I thought maybe she is an angel, inside a dog's body,
keeping tabs on us, and when we die, she will be there,
as an angel, and it would be surreal.
I thought she might tell me her name isn't really Phoebe.
I also thought she would be pretty bitter because of all
the times I impatiently tugged on her leash because she took
so goddamn long to smell a stupid old dried turd.
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