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
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