Your story’s so beautiful emma poe. I can see why it’s been chosen by those elusive curators. It resonates with me because my dog left behind is acting the same way. I don’t care what anyone says. She’s grieving. It may be in a doggie way but she is definitely grieving. She is my “husband’s dog” like the one gone in my poem for this week’s prompt was “my dog.” Just after my dog died, no one greeted me at the door with that unconditional love. Now she’s coming occasionally but a bit half heartedly. She’s sleeping a lot. She mopes around. It’s almost two months since my dog died; my husband’s dog is starting to greet me at the door more often and maybe three-quarters heartedly. When she doesn’t, I seek her out and give her my unconditional love. I think she needs that kind of love right now from me more than I do from her. Hugs to you and thank you for writing. Mary