Your Poetry Dot Com - Skinny Pup

Come on skinny pup from last year
Poor little soul
It`s as if you were never here
My, my, my,
My, my, my,
My, my, my,

You couldn`t help but to wreck it all
I told you to go on and get ready for the fall
Momma told you to be quiet
Momma told you not to bite
Or your bags would be packed tomorrow night

Come on skinny pup what happened here
It`s as if you were never here
Who will love you
Who will care
Momma told you to beware

I feel as if all my time was wasted
All you could do is bite
In the end, we both lost our fight
Come on skinny pup from last year
All my hugs and kisses just disappeared
Now that you are no longer here

I hope you know I cried at night
Something about this all
Wasn`t quite right
Momma told you not to bite
Momma told you not to fight
I feel as if all my love was wasted
Please tell me someone will love you tonight

Come on skinny pup
You didn`t last the year
Poor little soul
It`s as if you were never here.
My, my, my,
My, my, my,
My, my, my.
Skinny pup from last year
Poor little soul
It`s as if you were never here

I still have your pictures on my phone
Now that momma and you are gone
I can`t help but feel all alone
Skinny pup what happened here
I still miss you
Even though you are near

Notes:
The backdrop to this song-poem is very sad to me.
My father died unexpectedly in 2015, and the shock puts my mother into AFIB.
A hotshot heart doctor puts her on a dangerous medication, and he doesn`t monitor it.
It eventually destroys my mother`s lungs. My mother kept many details from me, although we all were
extremely close. I guess she was worried because I too almost died just before my father did. It has been
five years of hell and not a ray of hope to be found.

I ended up moving in with my mom because she was tied to oxygen 24/7 and totally unable to help herself.
So my role was to do everything for her. Cook, clean, maintain the house as well as take care of my homes.
And run my own business at the same time. I spent eighteen hours a day with my mom. We both did a lot of praying
because it was just her and I against the world. She was in and out of the hospital every other week.

The few hours a day I was gone, her security blanket was her best buddy Georgia. A Mastiff mixer that looked like an
Australian Shepherd. One hundred thirty pounds of pure love. But Georgia also was crippled up for many years, and
she required much care as well. One morning I let Georgia outside, and she couldn`t make it back to the house.
Later we found out her body was overtaken by cancer. She had to be put down, and my mom was devastated.

Mom pleaded with me to get her a puppy. My mom was literally tied to the couch herself. I told her that I had no time for a puppy.
She was unable to feed it or even let it out in her condition, let alone enjoy it.
It was her dying wish, so I relented. We waited on the new Aussie named Maggie. It took like six weeks, and she came on my birthday.
She was a beautiful pup. She was with us all of two days, and mom had an episode and nearly died and was gone for seven weeks.

While mom was gone, it came to light. Maggie hated women and had severe issues, possibly from abuse.
She wasn`t from a puppy mill, but she hated women with a passion. Her behavior at times was so crazy that I would be
up most the night dealing with her. I couldn`t eat in the house with her around, or she went nuts. Going to the Vet was a complete fiasco.
We raised many a puppy, and the neighbors were always amazed at how well behaved our animals were.

Long story short, the issues got worse. It also could be from abandonment early on when my mom left.
I heard "Birdy" sing "Skinny Love" one night, and you know me, I changed up the tune to suit my situation.
I would sing " Skinny Pup" to Maggie, and she loved it, and she would be good. She even would walk into her crate without
any prompting when it was time for bed. Daily I sang her a version of the song.

In the end, the worst thing for me to do is give a puppy away. It bothers me even today as I write this.
Mom came home from the hospital, and Maggie attacked her repeatedly and tore her skin and attacked her violently
even if I was there. We are not talking puppy play either. Once in a while, mom would get nurse visits, and the puppy attacked all the
nurses and her Vet. She would chew the oxygen hoses, and I`d have to run around and hang them up on a wall. Mom got stitches
from the bites, and being on blood thinners, and it was very dangerous. In the end, Maggie got a great home with three adults and one
teenage child to take care of her and another older dog to keep her in line. That said, I see her once in a while, and she is still a handful.

I still remember the night before she left. I told her she blew it and now had to go. She turned and looked at me with complete
shock and grief. She knew what was going on. The next day she vomited three times as the new owners took her away.
I sent her off with her crate, food, and all of her toys. Mom and I cried for weeks over it all. Honestly, I was a bit relieved as well.
In the end, because of COVID, poor mom was sent around to facility after facility and had five cardiac arrests. She passed away on 5/20/20 150 miles
from home, as that was the only place that would take her. They let me in to see her, but she was in a coma and passed away
shortly after I left. The whole ordeal was about impossible to endure. That said, I`d do it all over again. Life was far better with mom and dad than without.

" Skinny Love" By "Birdie"
https://youtu.be/aNzCDt2eidg

This poem is Copyright ÂŠ jamesstockdale