“Georgie”

A street dog
Called “Georgie”
Crying
A sad song
He, hit by a car
His back legs were busted
really not moving
Poor little soul couldn’t get very far

We were called
The street angels
And there he was sitting
Yelping in pain at the top of his voice
Frightened for sure
And incredibly sore
Apparently he had no choice
We managed to catch him
Though boy was he fearful
Between two of us and the blanket
We had
We clutched him and wrapped
Him
up in the blanket
And took him back
All the time he was sad

Laid him on a table
His spine clearly damaged
Nerve damage trauma
Poor little man
Out on the streets no one to
Love him
Knocked down and that’s how all this
Pain began

He back legs were stiff
No weight could he manage
Just dragged them along
all we could do was to
massage and manipulate
Day after day
He seemed confused
But clearly was strong

After three weeks
Of cuddles and massageS
Caring and sharing
He really came on
He slept in a wash bowl
And danced around softly
Loved all the cuddles and treats
A sweet soul
We gave him physio kisses a plenty
And he responded with rapture
And joy
Clearly neglected for years
I’m suspecting
And showing him love
Brought out so much from that boy

He was wanting to play
Still a bit of limp
But as strong as an ox
And raring to go
When you remember how weak
And how terribly frightened! He was
It’s amazing he is part of the show.