When you see the dog you might not know you are seeing him. He is black from snout to tail. And sometimes you might think youāre seeing the dog but it isnāt really him at all; it isnāt even a dog.
Do you know about death? Thatās what the dog smells like.
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I have seen the dog. You donāt have to believe me.
I was walking to the convenience store. I was hungry, and I had a fistful of coins in my pocket, some quarters and a bunch of dimes, whatever I could find around the house, and I was thinking about what I could buy with them. I wanted to get something for my mom and me. I was thinking I would buy two ice cream sandwiches and a nice cold drink. A nice cold can of coke I could drink while I walked back.
My mom was at home, in bed still. It was just barely before noon. It was already hot because it is always hot here. We say weāre used to it, but we arenāt really. We turn the AC on at noon. We keep it on for the hottest part of the day. Thereās no point letting it run all day and night and the house still wonāt get any more cool past a certain point. Thatās something she taught me.
When I got home, Iād turn the AC on and wake my mom up and it would be like a completely different world. I would take my shoes off and lie down. See what else might happen.
Thatās what I thought. I still hadnāt seen the dog yet. I hadnāt ever seen him before.
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Maybe you think itās sad that my mom is going to die. But you donāt actually know that. You donāt know anything about her.
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Some people think they have seen the dog but what theyāve really seen is vultures. Vultures arrive after death has come and gone. You might see them circling beforehand, but then they still havenāt arrived; theyāre waiting, circling there up above you.
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My mom has seen the dog a bunch of times. Sheās the one who told me about him. If you see him once, you can almost be sure youāll see him again. Some things are like that, like a lightning strike. Once it happens, it can happen again any time, like nothing, even though it seemed impossible before. Thereās no use being scared of something like that. Thatās what my mom says. If youāre going to see him, youāre going to see him. Itās not worth thinking about too much.
When I asked her what he looks like she wouldnāt tell me. He looks like any other dog, but also not at all. When you see the dog, thereās no mistaking it. Thatās what she said. Just hope itās not my voice you hear telling you itās him. Will he talk to me? I asked her. And then she laughed at me. She said it isnāt really like that.
She was right. It isnāt. But there isnāt really a better way to describe it.
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The first time my mom saw the dog she was just a little girl. She was so young she didnāt even know about the dog yet. She didnāt know what he meant. She kept asking everyone why the dog was there, at her grandparentsā house, licking his paws on the living room floor, but no one listened to her. It was an emergency ā it was like she wasnāt even there. But she was there, and the dog was there too, whether or not anyone would say so.
People thought she was too young to know about that kind of thing. Like she was too young to worry about death. When people think that about someone, it usually isnāt true. Thatās something else she taught me.
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There was a time where I thought I was going to die. I thought I saw the dog a couple of times back then, but really it was only that I wanted to see him. Thatās what my mom said. But you shouldnāt want that, sheād say. Iād be out walking, going by the gas station or the bus stop and Iād see a long black tail swishing out from under a bush, but it wouldnāt really be thereānothing would be there when I pulled the branches back.
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Walking to the convenience store I thought about how I would wake my mom up when I got back to the house and we would eat our ice cream together in her bed like we used to. Sometimes when she got home from work late, so late it was morning almost, she used to wake me up like that.
But when I went in the store, they didnāt have any, not even one for us to share.
I went up to the counter to ask Shawn, the lady whoās always working there no matter what time it is, but she said they were out. She told me theyād probably have some more later in the week, they were waiting on a bunch of things. Then she asked did we have everything we needed back at home, which I laughed at. Because that was why I walked there in the first place, to get something we needed. But I said that we did, we had everything. I hate when people ask you stuff like that. What they already know the answer to.
People are always looking for something to feel sorry for. Thatās what my mom told me. So they can feel better about themselves. So I guess it was good, I could give her that. And she did say she was sorry when I walked out of the store.
Did I have everything I needed? There was a lot of things I needed and a lot that I had already. What difference would it make if I got anything at the convenience store? But if you want to be sorry about it, you can be.
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The last time my mom saw the dog wasnāt that long ago. It was just a little while after she started working at the bar. Pretty much every night she was working, but it was good money. She got the job from a couple of friends who have been working there forever.
She was driving when she saw him. She was so tired she was afraid to get behind the wheel, or she should have been afraid. She should have known better. Thatās what she said. But she was too tired to be afraid. She was too tired to do anything, but she had to get home. She had to drive.
My mom worked all the time back then. Sometimes all night. And then she got off in the last few hours of dark, and sometimes sheād be too tired to get home and she would sleep at a coworkerās house, Aunt Jeanās or sometimes CJās. Because at that point it was so late it wouldnāt even matter if she came home, since Iād be in bed asleep anyways. It wouldnāt make a difference.
But this time she said she was thinking about me and how she knew I was at home sleeping and she just wanted to come home and lie down with me, just to rest for a minute before she had to get up again and keep going. She hadnāt been home in a couple of days already. Sometimes it was like that: she would work, and see CJ, and work, and see Jean, and you wouldnāt stop to think of how long it had been.
It had been a couple of days, she said, and she knew Iād be in her bed when she got there, how I used to always sneak into her bed and try to wait up for her but Iād always fall asleep. I might not really have been asleep yet, but I donāt know. Thereās no way of knowing.
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There was a time where I thought my mom was going to die. I stopped sleeping in her bed. She kept telling me the dog was in there with her, sleeping, she knew it. Just wait and see. She hardly left her bed anymore, not even for Aunt Jean or the bar or anything. She said she could feel his breath under the blankets, the humidity. He was in there with her. Burning her up. Making it so hot in there, under the blankets. But it wasnāt true.
The dog doesnāt stay in one place for very long. He doesnāt sleep in your bed for weeks at a time. Anyone who has seen him knows that.
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The last time my mom saw the dog she was driving home from the bar where she worked. It was late at night, too late for there to even be other cars on the road. She was in autopilot. Just letting her body do the driving. She shut her eyes for just a second. And then she saw the dog.
He was so much smaller than she remembered from the other times. And he looked helplessāshe could see his ribs and the knobs of his spine on his back and his fur was all patchy and he had scabs on him. He isnāt always like that. She told me. Sometimes he is beautiful. Shining long black fur and his wet pink tongue hanging out. But still, she knew it was him. When you see the dog, thereās no mistaking it.
She swerved out of the way, and then her eyes opened. And then she didnāt understand what she was seeingāred light and blue light and glass. There was a glare all over, on everything. It was wrong: there shouldnāt have been anyone else on the road. She didnāt think there had been. Thatās what she told the police. She hadnāt even seen the other person. She hadnāt even hit her brakes. Still, it was her fault. Thatās what they told her: she shouldnāt have been driving in the first place.
Her eyes must have shut for just a second. Thatās how she tells it. But she hadnāt been dreaming when she saw the dog. Thatās just how he seems sometimes.
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I used to be so scared to see the dog, even though my mom said when you see him you wonāt feel scared at all. She said itās seeing the dog that youāre scared ofāyouāre scared that you will see himābut then when you do see him, finally, there isnāt anything left to be scared of. Itās already happened. What will it feel like? I asked her. When I see him? But she couldnāt say.
Thereās no way of knowing until it happens. When it happens, thatās when youāll know. When you see him. Thereās no use dwelling on it. Just hope it isnāt my voice you hear, telling you itās him.
Still, every time I thought I saw the dog Iād get so scared. Thatās how I knew it wasnāt him: a tail sweeping out under a bushāa snout hanging out from a passing car, tongue flapping in the windāa blur of black going by my window. Iād get so scared Iād cry. And I wouldnāt hear anyoneās voice.
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When I finally did see the dog I wasnāt thinking about him at all. I was walking to the convenience store, my hands sweating on my money in my pocket. I was thinking about AC, about ice cream. I didnāt bother looking around when I saw him. I didnāt stop to see if anyone else was there or if they saw him too. I didnāt need anyone else to tell me what was happening, that I needed to get home, to run home to my mom right that minute.
Iād barely left the parking lot when I saw him, the real dog, shaggy and so tall he startled me, so tall I thought he might not have been a dog at all, but something else, something I didnāt have a name forāwhen I finally saw him, trotting up towards me on the sidewalk, panting in the noontime heat and sun, I didnāt hear her voice at all. I heard my own voice. Mom? It said. And then there was a silence. And thatās where she was.