“Grace”

To go through that and suffer
Torment of the ailing kind
Human interference
That penetrates one’s mind
The harshness and the roughness
The tribulations too
The throbbing caustic gruelling pain
In what some people do
Threaded wire around one’s jaws
The malignity is true
Tearing deeply through the teeth
And back out around the jaw
The muzzle and even the snout
And what is the reason for
Proper persecution
And botheration which
Will be wholly displeasing
For any injured bitch

Unpalatable behaviour
Rotten to the core
Frighteningly obvious
Insidiously sore
In the street just bottled
Left alas to defend
Totally offensive
And likely to send

The victim into panic
Out on the street no lie
But found by the street angels
Who thought that the dog might die
They sedated it which helped a lot
And gave it pills to kill
All the vile infections
That It was having still.

After a little healing
The day came when they must
Cut the wire around its jaw
Which was bound to disgust
It really was unpleasant
The bad tastes that It had
The burning and the tenderness
It just drove that dog mad

Pulling the wire
and cutting it into pieces
And pulled it though its jaw
It really was
Offensive to me
What was it therefore
Impossible and insufferable
But soon the last strands gone
Cleaned it and they dressed it
left with dressings on

They kept me in a plastic bowl
Blanket and some bits
That was just my mobile home a while
Everything fits
My teeth they still were aching
I hope for more relief
They tried and tried to comfort me
But Just gave me more grief

Trust of course apparently
The one thing in my life
That just obviously meant something
And the continued strife
Day after day they patted her
Talked to me and said
Really how much we loved you
And were glad that now your fed
On little bits of food daily
And as her strength
Came back
More care more love and the next day
Until she seemed back on track

She loved her bowls of water
And would sit in them a while
She wouldn’t let anyone touch her,
Although she did have style
Nervous whe was aching
And The pain was everywhere
She was on her own a lot
And was getting more aware

But she never really got back
To being overcome
With kisses or with caring
Or wanting to rub her tum
She stayed resolved to being
A wild soul with a friend
And really she was like
this
until the bitter end.

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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