The day I met you, you were
cold
limp
and pale.
Eyes closed and matted
silent cries dying on your lips.
A faint heartbeat pushed but little hope through your veins.
Protocol;
warmth
fluids
food.
But you were too far gone
even for Mother’s Milk.
I washed and plucked
every
single
flea
from your coat
thinking I was preparing you for Death,
wrapping you in a shroud
but I saw no angels, no lights.
Nothing came for you.
So I held you.
And I fed you.
And I hydrated you
– millimeter by millimeter –
until the sun came up
again and again.
Now you are fierce.
Now you are sassy.
Now you sizzle and spit at those ten times your size because you don’t see the difference.
That sound brings me joy –
that small, forceful expelling of air proclaiming your nerve –
And I smile in the darkness
basking in the sound
Of the Tiny Hiss That Almost Wasn’t.
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wonderful; I love it 🙂 I am copying it into my commonplace book. thank you 🙂
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This is so beautiful. Thank you!
Thank you 😀
Beautiful!
Sweetheart ?
Ciao
Sid
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Tears!
I love this! The deserved kind of life 🙂
This is a tribute to the persistence of a devoted animal lover. It’s so difficult seeing this sadness, but when it turns to joy, what a miracle and triumph. Bless this lady
Beautiful.
Such a wonderful poem. Your an angel. x????
what a lovely poem for a precious baby.
Inspiring and beautifully written.
thank you 🙂
What a lovely story. Miracles, strength, persistence and ….. LOVE