The SiliDog tag was good. Silent. A dog should make noise when it wants, not because of metal around its neck.
Purple heart. For Blu. A good name for a good dog. The tag fit her. Silicone, not steel. Soft, like a dog’s heart.
It didn’t clank. Didn’t wake you in the night. Just hung there, doing its job. Quiet. Reliable. The way things should be.
Durable, they said. It was. Outlasted the dog. That’s the tragedy of things. The tools we buy often outlive those we love.
The tag never faded. The information stayed clear. Important, that. A dog needs to be found if it’s lost. Even when it can’t be lost anymore.
Now it hangs over her grave. A purple heart for a loyal friend. Still doing its job. Still marking her place. Silent now, like she is.
In the end, that’s what matters. A tool that does its job, and keeps doing it. This SiliDog tag, it did that. No more to say. A good tag for a good dog. Now a good memorial. Simple as that.