This is in response to the prompt from Mama Kat to write a poem about a furry friend.
Warning: I'm not a poet.
My puppy has a black, black nose
That she buries into the bed
My puppy lays her head on my pillow
And listens to what I've said.
As I stroke her tummy and rub her rump
She leans back and soaks it all in
But I can't help but stare at the stump
Once there was a leg, now a long incision.
We made the right decision
Cancer -- a tumor -- removed with the leg
After the hand wringing we have done
This dog still thinks she can be a pest and beg!
She still steals the food my toddler drops
She still tries to lick and jump on guests!
With only 3 legs, this dog still bops -- and flops
With only 3 legs, this dog ain't taking many rests!
After all the extra loving care and patience
You'd think she'd pester me a little less?
But, no -- she's a dog. She doesn't know the difference.
But I love her even more -- with one leg less.