“BOOBA”

Abandoned and
Divested of everything
A complete discontinuance
That left you just to ring
The changes that were evident
The evils that would bring
The Papillomas torture
In its aggressive form
Skin and bones the over tones
Within the coming storm
What was a broad infirmity
Toxaemia and more
A leprous papilloma
Of the lower jaw
Mouth and tongue and throat and neck
Imagine the ghastly pain
Of breathing and of eating
And of sobbing
Each refrain

The puncturing contusions
Being the worse for wear
Living in the streets
Disfigured and aware
Of everything that was happening
Of all the eyes that stared
Of one’s hair entirely matted
And more so the eyes that glared
Bedraggled from the experience
A lost soul in a place
exhausted by the effort
Dying at a pace
Apparently no remedy
Just disablement and more
The fear factor enormous
When everything is raw

Finding angels in the midst
Of all of this was seemingly
Impossible to contemplate
But STRAW PAWS came to be
An angel with a soft quiet voice
whispered in my ear
With tones so wholly comforting
I seemed to lose the fear
A princess in so many ways
Her eyes perceiving me
Broken my contusions
Detestable they be
But she was wholly confident
Touched me with her voice
Came over and patted me
And Did this out of choice

And she called me “BOOBA”
That was to be my name
She had been sent to help me
that was her claim to fame
She gave me food but it was just an offering
For I
was in too much pain to eat it
And that folks was no lie
Fearful I was fearful
Street people ran Away
Threw bricks At me and saw me off
And so to find today
An angel being kind to me
Devoted to her task
brushing me and caring
What more could I ask

She took me to a vet
A biopsy they performed
Confirming the worse scenario
The papilloma stormed
My whole creative forces
A worsening belief
No cure had been forthcoming
Really just more grief
Apparently they tested
The tumour and they tried
To come up with a vaccine
They were on my side
Some complicated chemical
I would take for seven days
To fight the vile disfigurement
And hopefully then raise

My expectancy of being cured
She made me feel more whole
She talked to me she cared for me
She had taken on the role
Of feeding me with confidence
That someone really Cared
And wasn’t showing signs of fear
By my look, when others stared
Swore grimaced and clearly
Hated what they saw
She brushed my matted hair
And realised how sore
I was but she was gentle
She was loving she was true
She was indeed an angel
Doing what they do

No wings that I did notice
But a heart Clearly that beat
Eyes they could commiserate
When my pain did unseat
My ability to hold myself
In check and carry on
She was just there for me
She hadn’t upped and gone
I have had now seven injections
And she keeps me in her yard
It’s safe here there are other dogs around
Acting as guard
I am losing bits of flesh though
As the tumour drops Away
Why did it have to happen to me
Why do I pay

A benign epithelial tumour
And in my lower jaw
The angel she cleaned me every day
And where I laid yes more
And more she cleaned by bedding
Every single day
Giving me the love I had never had before
To say
Alone she has made my life worth living
For its really true
what these ladies from Straw Paws
What they really do
For dogs like me just written off
To the vagaries of life
To the evils of humanity
And to experience the strife

They bring us back and give us love
And care and share so much
Whatever happens to me from here on in
She is in touch

I have hope and so has she