How else can I tell you?

I look at you and you smile.
I snuggle close and you put your arm around me.
But it doesn’t help.
I call to you, but you ignore me, getting impatient with my whimpering.
I stumble as I get down, am inspected and the trouble found.
That night, I curl up at your feet, and sleep comes, but by morning, I am uncomfortable.
I cry out, and you are immediately there.
I shiver and shake, not from the cold, but anxiety.
Safe in your arms, I am carried, there is no need to walk.
A stranger gently examines me, but I yelp in pain as he touches the tender spot.
All the while, I lean into you as you hold me close, my Guardian, my Protector.
Again I am carried to the safety of Home, where I am laid down gently, and the salve applied.
It is cold, but soothing, and I sleep.
On waking, I do not like the taste of the liquid in my mouth, but you are kind and try to disguise it with food. I am thirsty, but do not want to eat.
The salve is applied again, and I feel so tired, I rest my head to sleep once more.

After each sleep, I feel a little better.
I do not have to walk far, you carry me part of the way, encourage me and praise me when I do well.
You are close in the night.  I am warm and content to lie in my place, knowing if I stir, your hand will be there to comfort me. I sleep until morning.

Several days have passed and I am walking again, albeit slowly.
You are watching me always, ready to help me should I need it, but I’m doing OK now.

maggie chair

This is for Maggie.
We noticed the other evening she could not put any weight on her front left foot at all and had to carry her up to do her last wee.
We took her to the vet the following day as she had a cut between her pads which was raw and inflamed, right on a pressure point. We were given some anti inflammatory medicine, a bathing solution and some ointment to apply.
The medicine made her dopey so she has been sleeping a lot, which has helped with the healing process. We carried her up to do her business, and made sure she was warm and comfortable when we got back.
Today, we are only applying the ointment after bathing the area and she is walking from the boat to the car, still sleeping a lot, but her appetite is returning.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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7 Responses to How else can I tell you?

  1. So glad that Maggie is feeling better.

  2. scifihammy says:

    Aw Poor Maggie 😦 I hope she feels better soon. Dogs do seem to be very sensitive on their paws, poor thing!

  3. That was a lovely poem. Hope she is soon well. 🙂

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