My little white angel

Ingrid,

We met, only a few days before Christmas,
in a dark and gloomy house down South
many years ago already, my little white angel.
So tiny and fragile, afraid to open your mouth.
^
You have created an effective scene here, the reader (yours truly) can clearly see, even feel for the poor lion cub, living in a setting that well below the standard that is required to ensure health. The love for others in need is clearly apparent here. Your compassion described in words such as: Little/ angel/ tiny/ fragile - and afraid. All of these paint a clear picture of a person or indeed an animal in need. It is clearly a retrospective piece, and that sets my mind, ready for the story to move forward in time.

The lady of the house handed you over
and on my lap, you hid your little head
Inside my vest right away, without hesitation.
My senses told me the life you had was bad.
^
Some decisions are made with much deliberation, whilst others are made in an instant. Here we have the latter, a decision made with hesitation. It is clear that without nurture and dedication this poor cub will not survive. Also, it is like an unspoken realisation from the cub, that you were her saviour, sent to her, to give light back in to her life, light that will nourish every part. So in an instant, a bond was made and a goal to turn this situation from dark to light with the tools of love.

Not much bigger than my hand you were,
although you were four months old already.
Underfed and from your intestines only
blood and pus came out, my poor teddy.
^
This verse brings back memories from when my son was a baby, so immediately I feel I can relate to how wretched you must have felt. The words, blood and pus are very graphic, but necessary as they both induce feelings of disgust, but moreover pity and sympathy for this poor cub. Your reference to this cub as Teddy, shows the reader that the bond is fuelled with love.

Slowly but surely you made progress
as I gave you the best food I could buy
and massaged your little body every day,
because love works miracles, makes us fly.
^
The miracle of love - It is an all powerful emotion, so much so that it can overcome the impossible, but only if you believe. I find myself now willing that love, your love for Betty, to be the anchor she needs to keep her in this world, help her believe too that there is indeed a reason to live for. So, together with the practical, physical love, the combination is a potent medicine. Is it potent enough? I read on..

No one thought you would pull through
but I never doubted you would become
big and strong and so you did, we won.
A healthy girl grew from just a little crumb.
^
*A smile burst upon my face* Yes! Betty survives. Why? Well, she survived because you never doubted, you always believed. That belief and love that you showed to Betty coated her inside and out so that she believed too, in fact, she wanted to live so that she could feel this love forever.

Well done Ingrid, your compassion is awe-inspiring.

((hugs)) xx

This is a wonderful tribute to a loving pet that you have nourished and pampered. I hope that things have gone well with eye surgery. May peace and joy fill your heart once again soon.

sadaddy

That was very sweet, and it made me smile. 5/5, you have an amazing talent!

-mandy :)

I salute you for showering so much love and care to the animal who does not understand humans. This could be the cover story of PETA. As a member of PETA, I connect more easily with this poem. I love this innocent poem of yours. Keep writing in this beautiful manner and I promise you that the votes and comments will keep on coming naturally.

I wish you luck and one day I would like to see this flawless piece of art on the homepage of this website.

Regards,
Bhavin

Awh poems about pets really touch me deeply cause of how much I love them myself. What a touching write about your pet, isnt it great to look back at the memories of when you first got them and brought them home? I wish puppies were able to stay that same size all their life! Lol... anyways, what a great write.. I hope Betty comes through alright with her surgery.. I'm sure she'll be just fine! Good job with this, I really enjoyed it -

5/5.

Temps (Beyond a Poets Mind)