Sadly, it won't be delivered by The Suzenator Herself:
but it will come directly to you delivered by a uniformed representative of the federal government. Or by a good-looking muscular guy in brown shorts. Your choice!
Turns out our winner, Phoenix Sullivan, is a query shark in training!
You might consider getting her advice; I think her writing is pretty darn good.
The dog whines at her name and paws my hand.
She's a Labrador. Black, like uncreamed coffee or the fading night.
Hope had been a Golden, a sun-filled garden, her bright devotion burning like Hannukah oil for eight precious years.
Black, though, is a color I understand. A bond buds where I thought no new would grow.
She waits patient in her harness. I take up the handle, eager yet cautious, aware she's my freedom, my salvation. My own miracle worker, ready to serve.
"Forward," I say to Java -- but what I'm really saying is good-bye to Hope.