Had to hurry to scribble Saturday’s poem down at the last minute before I forgot. The words came to me quickly and kept trying to slip away.
And today we’re back to the vet because the puppy got his cone off and tore his stitches.
My dog is having surgery today. Prayers and best wishes are appreciated.
(Aside: that is not him in the featured image)
Definitely not one of my better poems.
Yesterday was not my first time having to put a dog to sleep, but it was my first time being on the other side as an assistant.
The Everyday Poet 