Today begins with the vet nurse
arriving early. Check-up day
for Poppi. I scoop her up
from the rug by the heater,
then guide her nose-first
into her cat-carry-cage
lined with my pyjamas
for their comforting smell.
My day without her becomes
directionless, unmapped.
Written to a prompt at DVerse, for a quadrille (a 44-word poem) including some form of the word 'map'.
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ReplyDeleteWhimsyGizmoMay 5, 2023 at 3:09 AM
Awww. This is so sweet, Rosemary. I felt like this yesterday when our 12-year-old sweet little old lady pup was at the vet all day for a tooth cleaning. I hope your kitty is ok.
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Rosemary Nissen-WadeMay 5, 2023 at 6:08 AM
Poppi had her teeth cleaned last Friday, and was found to need an extraction. This was her follow-up check to see if her after-care was working as desired. It is!
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Rosemary Nissen-WadeMay 5, 2023 at 6:12 AM
PS She is 12 too.
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Jennifer WagnerMay 5, 2023 at 6:35 AM
Aw, what a sweetheart she is. I understand that feeling!
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Rosemary Nissen-WadeMay 5, 2023 at 8:01 AM
Indeed she is.
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JadeLiMay 5, 2023 at 10:22 AM
We need them as much as they need us. When one part of the equation is missing, the terrain is lonely and unmapped. Hoping Poppi is doing ok <3
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Rosemary Nissen-WadeMay 5, 2023 at 12:55 PM
Exactly! Yes, she is fine, thanks.
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