Monday, June 30, 2008

Should We Call Her 'Tim-my!' ????


Heart Goes Out

My Mom calls her Flip Flop
She too was born in a wood pile
Smaller than the others
And different someway

Just what can you do?

Stubborn little rascal
I find her all over the yard
Even though she cannot walk
She can only wiggle and fall

Just what should you do?

Her head bobs like a bird
I’ve seen the motion before
But cannot pin it down
She cannot walk
But she gets to places
Not where she wants to go
But she gets where she ends up

Just what does she think?

Thin as a rail
I guess she rarely ‘gets’ to eat
It’s natures way of caring
It’s natures way of telling you you’re not right
But she keeps making it through each night

Just what is to be done?

We took her home
Peggy made me do it
I said how can she use a cat box?
Peggy said there are bigger things
We feed her with spoons
We feed her with eye drops
She eats like a goon

How long can we last?

Never seen such contentment
She has ‘gotten’ to the place
Where she has kicked and scratched and
Tried to go, and she likes this place the best

Neko gives her kisses, cannot wait to play
Is hoping she gets bigger
Cannot wait for that wonderful day
Lets her lean on her and nudges with her nose

We will let Neko show the way

1 comment:

Unknown said...

She is doing better and just told me she does not want to be called Timmy. She's sitting up, is hardly shaking, and has found a patch of sunlight to enjoy. Oops! She just fell over. And now for something totally unexpected: she just executed a perfect roll-over! We could call her Tootsie Roll. It is consistent with her coloring.