Photo by Ray Lockett |
Augies Clinic
She doesn’t ask
About the productivity
of my cough
or what meds I’m taking.
My weight is meaningless to her.
But she willingly keeps me company
on those sleepless nights
full of coughing fits.
And extra snacks are just a bonus
to her foraging nature.
She takes no interest
in the results of blood work
or sputum cultures.
Readings from the peak flow
and glucose meters tell her nothing.
For, she already knows
the best way to counteract
unpleasant procedures –
a game of tug-o-war,
a belly rub or squeaky toy
makes everything seem a little better.
She has her own methods
for counteracting bad days,
those of shortness of breath,
fatigue and no appetite.
And sometimes all I need
is what she has to offer –
the silliness of a jester,
an extra nap on the couch,
soft fur soothing
skin that has felt
too much harshness for one life.
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