A little ditty for Companion Animals
Inspired by my Airedale Terrier some years ago, and today dedicated to BloggingMone's companion animals:
A Vicarious Visit to the Vet:
Suzie my Airedale says, that one of the joys of visiting the Vet
Is the Cats, contained in wicker baskets,
Bandaged and constrained.
They may spit and spite and hiss, but what bliss,
They cannot get away but have to stay
and whisker-sense her, sitting close, straining forward,
She remembering all the humiliations their cousin cats
that sat upon our fence dispensed
since last she sat in the Vets, waiting.
Another joy is piddling on the Vet
As she goes under, legless, careless
In anaesthetised dignity.
A Vicarious Visit to the Vet:
Suzie my Airedale says, that one of the joys of visiting the Vet
Is the Cats, contained in wicker baskets,
Bandaged and constrained.
They may spit and spite and hiss, but what bliss,
They cannot get away but have to stay
and whisker-sense her, sitting close, straining forward,
She remembering all the humiliations their cousin cats
that sat upon our fence dispensed
since last she sat in the Vets, waiting.
Another joy is piddling on the Vet
As she goes under, legless, careless
In anaesthetised dignity.
posted by Sally at 9:42 am
2 Comments:
Sally thank you so much!!! What a lovely poem. And one can tell it is truely inspired by reality! My dog used to scream (honestly!) at the vet's. Starting as soon he sets a paw over the threshold, finishing when he was sure we were leaving. Not because he was in pain, but rather as a matter of principle. The sream was ongoing without a single second of a break, so my vet suggested he was in command of that special breathing technique one has to learn when playing a diggerydoo. Well, good reading!
Great poem Sally!
Thank you for the kind link to my site;-)
pete
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