The first day we met you we knew
you were here to stay,
A cardboard box is what you were in,
and looking at your face
we knew it was a sin.
At 7 weeks old we lifted you out and
that was the start of the running about.
No dish and no food, that wouldn’t do,
so off we went, we had shopping to do,
New lead, new dish and new pedigree chum,
nothing but that best for our bundle of fun.
Straight to the bath all washed and clean,
a picture you were that couldn’t be seen.
Your pedigree chum was soon on its way,
with your tummy full up you were ready to play.
The training was hard with wetting the lot,
but once cleaned up we soon forgot.
The joy you gave got more and more,
and no we couldn’t help but adore.
As the months went on,
the lead we would say,
the same as the car it made your day.
You loved to go to your granda’s,
by then you knew his name.
Like mummy, daddy and Susan,
you were so easy to tame.
The walks we did go your daddy and I and
you watched everything from a bird to a fly.
You barked and barked which was really loud,
But we didn’t care,
we were ever so proud.
As time went on you really grew up,
You learned everything,
you were no longer a pup.
At night we would sit and feed you with treats,
From nuts to crisps and even sweets.
Then bed time came and off we went,
you knew the time,
a penny to be spent.
At the stairs you would wait
on your daddy you know,
With doors all locked
you were ready to go,
And up you came,
two stairs you would leap,
You knew it was time
for a good nights sleep.
The weight that you gained
was hard to control,
When the oven was on you began to patrol.
We used to laugh as the chicken you’d smell and
the carving knife sound
you knew so well.
Your dinner would wait to be
all mashed then straight
after that the floor it was washed,
Because as you know you lifted it out,
and no my lamb we didn’t shout.
At just five years you showed some signs,
you’d got really slow not like the good old times.
Of course by then we were soon to learn,
it wasn’t a cold not even a germ.
The first vet you saw I’m sorry to say,
He hadn’t a clue, indeed no way.
Then on the phone to someone new,
The panic and fright in your eyes just grew.
Of course they said bring you straight away,
and then to hospital
you were there to stay.
One day had passed it seemed so long,
then the phone call came
it had to be wrong.
Can we see you we asked,
Then came the reply,
I’m sorry to say but
she might just die.
They had taken X-rays and
put drips up too,
And the prayers they did start that
you would pull through.
Diabetes you had that’s what
we were told and
for a long time too
at just 5 years old.
You showed no signs
which meant drinking a lot,
But you wanted more food and
indeed that you got.
The next 24 hours was so crucial we knew,
We were told to wait and
see how you would do.
Next morning your daddy,
the news that he got,
you’d survived through the night and
to die you were not.
As a patient you were we were told not too good.
Please come straight away and bring
some favourite food,
The oven was on and the chicken was hot
then cut up small and
to smell you could not.
We got to the hospital and
so poorly you looked
and to eat very little of the chicken we cooked.
Each day went by, your daddy and I,
would feed you so much and
leave only to cry.
But unknown
to us the very next day,
We could take you home
and there to stay,
Before you do that the vet
he did say, the syringe and the needle
I’ll show you the way.
Your daddy went first
then after was me.
We done it so perfect
the vet he did see.
The home you came for some peace and quiet,
no favourite food but a special diet.
A few weeks went by,
you were doing so well,
Then all of a sudden it was your eyes
we could tell.
You started to bump into doors and the chairs,
and you no longer leaped up 2 of the stairs.
The next vet you seen said
it’s cataracts you had.
But with surgery it would help,
we really were glad.
The appointment was made,
the date it was set,
And 3 days later, yes, we started to regret.
But with you in the car,
the journey we made.
You looked so scared,
what was going on in your head?,
We left you that night as your surgery was next day.
We were told not to visit
but phone if you may.
Your surgery went well,
that’s what we were told,
If only in my arms
for me just to hold.
We brought you home for you to recover,
and it took only days
for us to discover.
Your sight was improving,
yes you could see,
We knew only then
it was worth every fee.
6 months we were told,
Eye drops you would need.
Yes 4 times a day for your eyes to succeed.
The first 2 weeks seemed to go so well, and
yes my lamb we really could tell,
not long after, we noticed again.
This time was your tummy and
your eyes showed pain,
So off we went to the vet once more,
and with just one look he knew you were sore.
Major surgery is what he said
you would need.
Your womb was infected,
to be removed indeed.
Your surgery went well, and
for a few days to stay,
You’d be ready for home and
in time you could play.
Your daddy and I went to bring you home,
and we said next day
you shouldn’t be alone.
So upon your favourite chair you lay,
The start of recovery,
we could only pray.
Next day was Saturday, we cooked you dinner,
we couldn’t help notice
how you’d got thinner.
We took you up to your granda’s that night, and
he said you looked well
all through your fight.
The once again bed time was here,
and on your own
it must have been fear.
You see my lamb not up the stairs together,
the last night with us
we had lost you forever.
To awaken next morning to find you asleep,
and yes the lord has you now
only to keep.
I know you’re not suffering,
and in no more pain,
But what we were to loose,
the lord he did gain.
The angels are there to keep you well and
how much we loved you
the world we will tell.
Good bye my Lamb, we will miss you forever,
Because as you know
you were our treasure.
Love Always and Forever,
| Sheba - Lamb |
| 16, Jan 2000 |
| Cathy, Alan and Susan. |