Daily poem: Cherita 23

I have just left Finbar with the vet. He has to have a non-malignant lump removed. It started to bleed and won’t heal up if he keeps licking it. Best to get rid of it altogether.

He’s been left with a vet often enough to have wounds stitched up, so he probably knows the routine by now—jab, icky feeling, long sleep, icky feeling, sore stitches—even if this is a new vet.  I’m feeling rotten because, intelligent as we are, there are some things we just can’t explain to a dog.

 

I hand the lead to the vet,

 

dog turns and in his eyes,

the single question—why?

 

So much we cannot say,

explain—he follows, unwillingly, afraid.

Trust betrayed.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

37 thoughts on “Daily poem: Cherita 23”

  1. I know it’s cruel to be kind, I always amaze at the way they accept you when you return to take them home, not just mans best friend every ones best friend. Well maybe not every ones…

    1. It always surprises me how trusting they are when you leave them in a strange environment with people they don’t know. They haven’t got a clue why, but if their human says they must, they accept. Dogs are such good creatures.

      1. I’ve lost that reflex with the cats. They are so absolutely oblivious to what’s being said to them. When you shout at a dog to stop doing something wicked, he stops. You can shout at these cats until you’re blue in the face and they don’t take a blind bit of notice. I have no authority whatsoever.

  2. He trusts you implicitly and that is the wrench to the gut when those eyes look at your for the answer and you can’t give it. I wish him a speedy recovery and I wish you a conscience lightened by being able to make amends when he returns far better for his little op.

    1. We’ve just been to get him back—vet couldn’t do him today after all. He had two emergencies (one died) and Finbar’s little lump on his tail is just going to have to wait. Poor thing. Back again next week.

      1. Oh le pauvre …. but it would be worse if he was the one the vétérinaire couldn’t save. Can you put a lampshade on his tail to stop him irritating the lump in the meantime (I am only fractionally serious with this remark) 🐕

      2. He hasn’t touched the lump since he came back. I don’t think it bothers him and he’s possibly twigged that the trip out and the lump on the tail are linked, so he’s ignoring it, hoping we will too. I shall ask the vet what he thinks about a lampshade for the stitches since Finbar always pulls them out. The agraphes are the easiest of all to get out.

  3. Betrayal indeed! Same thing happens with the kids when they go to school for the first time! I waited for hours for my dad to pick me up after paying the fee! I never truly trusted him again!

  4. Touched my soul, my heart, I feel so awefully bad for Finbar… But it is for the greater good, isn’t it?

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