they know how I am
about my babies, my three
boys I’ve rescued through
the years, and that’s why
I thank the good Lord this morning
not only for my children and grandchildren
and husband and all my
people blessings
but these schnoodles, too
because when I enter the vet’s
office they all greet me
by name and gather around to talk to my
sweet Fitz (not just “patient 7101”)
~they know my Fitzie well~
and pet him in my arms
before scooping him up for his
CUPS Disease treatment
(another cleaning and more extractions)
and it’s why, precisely why, when I picked
him up yesterday the technician came out
cradling a groggy Fitz
and handed me a little bag with
six tiny teeth, bloody, on a bandage,
smiled apologetically and
whispered, I knew you would want these,
then my heart skipped a beat and I almost cried
because yes, yes, yes,
I am that dog mom
…….and it shows
Common Threads 
Those are lucky pups! And, as someone whose pup is snuggled against my thigh in my bed as I write right now, I get it.
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Kim, your narrative poem brought tears to my eyes. Your poem’s ending is delivered perfectly. Yikes that cannot be fun for Fritz. Hugs!
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Schnoodle is so lucky to have you. I have several grand dogs now, and I’ve come to appreciate their role in a family’s life. The ending is great!
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Kim,
Poor little Fitz. Getting those extractions must be traumatizing. Snug had lots of teeth pulled when he first came to us, but I brushed his teeth almost every day. I like to think that helped. Our fur babies are part of our soul. 😞
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Haha! You are that dog mom! Funny. He’s now missing all those front teeth. Ouch! Is there a Schnoodle tooth fairy that comes to your house?
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That’s love right there…from you and the vet! Hope Fitz is feeling better! He’s lucky to have you as his mom, that mom!
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