“Lola”

“lola,”had crawled onto a rubbish tip
And was lying quietly there
Presumably to venture
To the rainbow bridge aware
This is really what canines do
Knowing their passing soon
Go and hide away and stare up at the moon

Her nipple area was exposed torn open
In some way
She must have been in agony
Her intestines on display
When the angels found her
Her tail was wagging so
Beating on a tin can there
Like a drum her face aglow

we covered her in a
Blanket
And carried her gently to
The ambulance and took her home
The veterinary true
To her profession told us
What we had to do cleanse the wound
Bind the wound and tomorrow we would view
Iv fluids
Let her sleep
Operate and sew
The stomach up
And when she woke up
Her tail was wagging so

Gradually she healed
Was vaccinated and then speyed
And she wags her tail just all the time
Just is not afraid
A joyful little mother
Who loves her cuddles she
Gets lots of them and kisses too
And really loves to be
With all the other patients
Runing here and there
Waiting for forever homes
And new lifetimes of care.