Rock Me to Silence…

Your eyes are so misty, your hand trembles so,
We’re rocking in silence in the chair I love so.
Before my eyes close let me speak of my life
For a book can be written in the glow of my eyes.
Such care you have given most dogs can’t boast,
With love I’ve been showered your gentle hands on my coat.
Not once in my life did I ever harbor fear
For my protector, my Mom was always so near.
In sickness you’re there never leaving my side,
The worry, the fear shining bright in your eyes.
As my body aged adjustments you made
To make my life easy, such understanding you gave.
I remember my life, so happy, so sweet
Since the day I was born and you chose me to keep.
Now the vets at the door his bag in his hand,
His head is hung low, in silence he stands.
I hear the snubs of your crying, I sense your deep fear
But don’t worry Mom, I know you’re right here.
Tho I fear the darkness, I must go alone,
You know without saying I’ll so miss my home.
I’ll miss you so Mom when I’m not at your feet
And will anxiously wait until again we will meet.
I want you to know that I’ve not one tiny regret
For I have the best Mom any dog could get!
Just grant me one favor before I have to go…
Would you rock me to silence in the chair I love so?
Kathy Henderson
12 - 1999

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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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