Missing Letter Monday: no J

I’ve been off the grid for a few weeks, and a G slipped into the last post so let’s see if I can pull this one off without errors.  No Js in today’s flash poetry, courtesy of The Mad Grad Student’s Missing Letter Mondays.

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These dogs snuggle against me,

content to push wet noses

into my cold hands,

sniffing for my sorrow.

Gracie steals used tissues

while I fuss halfheartedly –

it’s hard to be Cesar Millan

when everything’s so raw.

She makes up for it with soft brown eyes

and warm fur

laying across my legs.

These dogs ground me…

I wonder what others hold onto

when the pain presses in.