“Maxine”

Truly
she was abandoned
Out on the street was she
Struggling with the dust and flies
And the emergency
A wound had ripped her underside
Exposing her lung
Breathing became difficult
The plight of the unsung

The total lack of pity
By passers by she saw
Her agony was magnified
She was living through a war
Really not of her making
She was lonely and in pain
Nobody to love her
She was going insane

Her inadequacy of being
Was paramount as she
Struggled really to not be seen
And so invisibly
She slunk into the tall grass
And the rubbish around a bout
Hopeful that death with his sickle
Performed her final rout

And animal aid unlimited
Were called and they were there
Seeing the extent of injuries
They were so aware
That She was close to dying
And saved her straight away
Took her off to hospital
Without more delay

She was bleeding heavily
Breathing was laboured too
She was old and weary
And so the angel crew
Began to then inspect her wounds
To clean her up and they
Sedated her
And began to perform surgery
Right away

Attention to the flapping skin
To the injuries she bore
Examined all the tissues
And stitched her up and more
They dressed the wounds
And laid her fast
To rest away the ill
She wouldn’t eat for a while it seems
She just laid very still

“Maxine” was a fighter though
With loads of love and care
The angels, several helped her
They fed her and helped her share
Slowly she got better
Her tail began to wag
Her wound was dressed for days and days
And soon out playing tag

With other dogs around the yard
Marvellously for her
Considering her injuries
Soon her op shaved fur
Had grown back and nobody
Would have known the extent of pain
And watching her romp in the sunlight
Knew it was not in vain

To all intents and purposes
Another day or two
She would have died for certain
The flies the dust they do
Threaten our existence
And “Maxine” must have felt
Close to death upon that day
From the bad cards she’d been dealt