Pookey Was Not Doing So Good

It all started with me going to Texas with my daughter Kelly, her husband Henry and my two granddaughters and my little Shih Tzu Pookey. Pookey stayed all week at my son David’s home in Texas while I stayed in a motel in a near by town because the motel didn’t allow dogs, not even cute tiny ones. David has four dogs, three cats, and Kelly had her two dogs there also. It was way to much for my little Pookey plus the fact that she got loaded with fleas from the sand in my sons back yard. His wife Betty wanted me to give Pookey to her permanently. Are you kidding, that flea ridden yard would kill Pookey in a week, no way!

The trip started out to be a bit traumatic for her but did get better as the miles went by. Pookey was standing up on her hind legs with her paws on the window watching other cars pass us. When others in passing cars saw her little face they would laugh and wave at her. Then after our week long visit we went back home to Kentucky and Kelly made the choice to go back to Texas and stay, make it her home. Pookey loves Kelly more than anyone else in our family, yes, even more than me.

I gave Kelly my loveseat to take with her to Texas, it was Pookey’s little couch too.
She would sit on the back of it every day and look out the big windows behind it at the birds eating from the feeder and at all the neighbors dogs that come in and out of our back yard, and cats. She didn’t know where to sit in my living room after the loveseat was gone so I bought a new loveseat.

Every day she sat at the sliding door that goes into Kelly’s house and made little sad noises. Not a cry, not a whine, just little sad noises, all day.
Another week went by and I noticed her hair was gone from around both her eyes. The reason you wouldn’t notice it right away is because her hair on the top of her head is long and almost covered her big brown eyes.

A few more days went by and Pookey seemed to be getting worse. The skin around her eyes formed a crusty kind of mess and her nose was runny, she looked terrible!
The following day I took her to the vets and he said the cause for her condition was anxiety, stress, and missing a family member that she loved, that’s what his diagnosis was.

He also said some dogs will get sick to the point where they will die when a person they love dies or moves away. He prescribed some meds and put a protective neck collar on her.

How we get her to take her pills is to put them in a small amount of peanut butter on a spoon, it works great and peanut butter is good for dogs.

Pookey no longer wears the cone, her hair is growing back, her eyes are clean and bright and her eyelashes are slowly growing back. It did give me a scare and I hope to never go through anything like that again.

With Kelly and the granddaughters gone I could see that I couldn’t take proper care of Pookey by myself. I sent out a couple of emails to close friends that I thought might take her and sure enough Leah my closest friend that I had hoped would take her called me right after the emails went out and asked me if I was really wanting to give Pookey away. The good thing was Pookey already knew this friend from her visits to my home so that helped when I had to say good by to Pookey. It was a painful and tough decision to make to give her away.

She is really happy with her adoptive family. She has more people around her all the time, mom and dad, grandma, grandkids, and others popping in and out of there home.

She actually gets out of the house and goes places like shopping, getting ice cream and to visit family friends. When she was with me she only got out on my deck. All and all it was a very good decision I made. The picture below is her on her way to McDonalds.

An update: Pookey died two months ago of old age, she was loved and had a good and happy life.

Author Eileen Clark

Kitten In The Fall Leaves

There  is nothing more hilarious for any of us to see 
Is to watch a kitten jump into a raked up pile of leaves
Even better,  trying to catch one slowly drifting down
Floating on a breeze that has the kitten twirling around

When they crawl in through the bottom of this neat pile
You stand there in expectation wearing a slight smile
Suddenly they pop up with big eyes looking right at you
Leaves flying everywhere, it’s not likely you had no clue

Next comes the most entertaining activity of the year
You laugh so hard your eyes get filled up with tears
Oh for a camera so you could have taped this episode
Standing in front of you that pile of leaves explodes

Author Eileen Clark 2022

Beautiful Painting Image:google.com

I Need My Coffee!

Get out of my way, please get out of my way
I haven’t had my hot cup of coffee today
Sand in my eyes, cobwebs on my face
If you want to live, get out of my space
                                     *
Haven’t brushed my teeth nor used a wash cloth
What I need right now is cream and bean broth
Looked in the cabinet, the refrigerator, and drawer
Nothing no where, never been in this situation before
                                       *
My eyes popping out and my ears are turning green
Toe nails curling up and I think I’m gonna scream
You ask what can you do, well you can either pray
Or quick, you can get me to the nearest coffee cafe’

Author Eileen Clark

Image:https://www.dreamstime.com/stock-illustration-secretary-stressed-cartoon-illustration-image72420691

My Daughter

Sometimes I'll wake up in the morning and wish that I had not
I've given my worst and given my best, I've given all that I got
Getting up is no fun anymore, no new adventures have I to seek
I'll try to get up and then pretend that my life is not quite so bleak 

Through  blurry eyes I see my daughter looking down over me 
A much too cheerful voice I hear, good morning my dear mommy
So quick and so ready to make for me a much brighter and better day
Listening to my same old stories trying not to let her mind go astray

Two girls and a boy the number of children I have are three
My oldest child a grown daughter is the one looking after me
Does shopping and laundry and makes meals for me every day
She sits by my bed every evening listening while I pray

Sometimes as I'm looking at her face I'll notice a bit of a strain
I'm fully aware of the situation, so often I can be such a pain
As mothers come and mothers go, I know that I wasn't the best
Many times I will ask myself, why with her have I been so blessed.

Author Eileen Clark

My Daughter Valerie And Me

Image:Beautiful painting found at Claudia Tremblay Studio Champlain, New York.

My Cat In My Potted Plant

My cat loves to sit in my potted plant,

He believes he’s as small as a tiny ant.

His eyes are very large round and green,

He really believes that he can’t be seen.

While his head peeks through the lower branches,

He thinks you don’t see him, what are the chances.

Author Eileen Clark

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The Gray Owl

The big old gray owl, how wise he can be,       
Hiding from hunters that will never see.                                                                       
Sitting in plain sight on a branch of a tree,                                                                 
Blending with the bark will keep him free.

When night slips in and the darkness takes hold,                                                      
You can be sure that slick owl will get very bold.                                                       
 The depth of his sound reaches beneath every root,                                                   
Filling chilled air with that mysterious familiar hoot.

Other then his big round eyes of a bright yellow,
The quick turning of his head, what a smart fellow.
Many claims are made that the owl is very wise,
There can be no doubt for look at that disguise.                                                                            

Author Eileen Clark 2022

Beautiful Photo taken by  @edseljamesbatuigas ⁠

                                                                      

What Do You See?

What do you see nurses, what do you see?

What are you thinking when you’re looking at me?

A cranky old man not very wise,

Uncertain of habit with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles his food and makes no reply.

When you say in a loud voice, I do wish you’d try!

Who seems not to notice the things that you do.

And forever is losing a sock or shoe?

Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will,

With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill?

Is that what you’re thinking, is that what you see?

Then open your eyes nurse you’re not looking at me.

I’ll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,

As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.

I’m a small child of ten with a father and mother,

Brothers and sisters who love one another.

A young boy of Sixteen with wings on his feet

Dreaming that soon now a lover he’ll meet.

A groom soon at Twenty, my heart gives a leap.

Remembering the vows that I promised to keep.

At Twenty five, now I have young of my own.

Who needs me to guide and a secure happy home.

A man of thirty, I’m young now grown fast,

Bound to each other with ties that should last.

At Forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,

But my woman is beside me to see I don’t mourn.

At Fifty, once more, babies play ’round my knee,

Again, we know children my loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me, my wife is now dead.

I look at the future and I shudder with dread.

For my young are all rearing of their own.

And I think of the years and love that I’ve known.

I’m now an old man and nature is cruel.

It’s jest to make old age look like a fool.

The body, it crumbles grace and vigour, depart.

There is now a stone where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcas a young man still dwells,

And now and again my battered heart swells

I remember the joys, I remember the pain.

And I’m loving and living life over again.

I think of the years, all too few gone too fast.

And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.

So open your eyes people, open and see.

Not a cranky old man, look closer and see me!

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem. And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this anonymous poem winging across the Internet.

This picture is done by an Amazing 16-Year-Old Girl Named Shania McDonagh Who Wins National Art Competition With Stunning Hyper-Realistic Pencil Portrait.

Image credit, https://www.boredpanda.com/coleman-hyperrealistic-pencil-drawing-shania-mcdonagh/?utm_source=google&utm_medium=organic&utm_campaign=organic.