dog
Voicemail from the Vet
can never be a good sign.
It’s not my birthday.
Having a hurt or sick pet is like having a sick infant.
You can see their distress in their eyes but they can’t tell you what is hurting.
(Besides your human heart)
Even geniuses and scientists are helpless and unequipped to respond to this kind of silent suffering.
“C’mon over here Buddy. You might as well jump into my bed and be comfy.”
(There’s plenty of room :-\)
Missed Connections are filled with good, bad and helplessly-hurting-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? After making your furry, four-legged friend comfortable, email the link to Lovelorn Poets. We’ll preserve those sadly-sick-syllables for all eternity.
