She Rolls…

The bitch is in labor new pups we will see,
She’s working so hard and quite anxious are we.
As each one is born we inspect for a fault,
So happy to find not a fault in the lot!
The others they crawl in search of their Mom
But one has her own way to bring herself along.
Her little head she twists around to her back
As her little body follows, she rolls where Mom’s at.
At the time we found humor in her cute way to move
Replaced by concern for she did not improve.
As her siblings toddled around her, she still rolled.
She seemed fat and healthy but to the vet she’ll go!
Three vet’s saw her, one said she must die,
The other two said, no, we’d let time decide.
None had ever seen or heard of such a pup
That rolled to travel and would not get up.
At six weeks of age she finally stood on her feet
But still twisted her head, her nose and tail trying to meet.
She’s happy and healthy there’s nothing to do,
But so happy we are for each day she improves.
Now at a year we can see not a sign
Of her past rolling problem her movements divine!
Through much debate the decision is made
To try just one breeding a fine Moma she’d make.
Four in the litter and so proud was she
As they crawled all around her, not a roller to see!
Never again have we had a rolling pup
And so thankful are we that we didn’t give up!
For now and forever the question remains,
Her rolling a mystery, no answer to be gained.
Kathy Henderson
12 - 1999

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Silent Language

We look into a dogs eyes
and its their soul we see.
They talk to us without a sound
for from sin their souls are free.
We see their love and trust in us
as they watch our every move.
We see the fear of punishment
when anger is our mood.
Their silent language we all know,
no doubt is in our minds.
The body language says a lot
but to their eyes we can’t be blind.
Like children they tell us they feel bad
tho not a sound is made.
Two anxious eyes bore holes in us
when food is on our plates.
All these things we all know
without a single doubt.
Those happy eyes when we come home,
those eyes that want to shout!
Silent language they possess
is of the purest kind.
Such love and trust and faithfulness
in humans we won’t find.
And when we sit our heads hung low
in torment, filled with anguish,
two eyes are there to offer help
if we but hear their silent language.
Kathy Henderson
10 - 1998

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Softly The Shadows….

Softly the shadows bring scenes to mind
Of those gone before leaving me far behind.
The shadows reveal to my lonely heart
Lives that were shared, now so far apart.
Softly they whisper the message so clear,
Unseen voices convey they are near.
Gently a breeze puts the shadows to dance,
Each one revealed for just a brief glance.
A moment of peace touch’s my soul,
Memories so sweet, so blessed to behold.
Slowly the shadows give way to the day
Taking with them the scenes they displayed.
Leaving behind a promise so sweet,
When twilight comes again we will meet.
I’ll be here waiting, their promise to fill,
As softly the shadows their love still reveals.
Kathy Henderson
5 - 1999

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