Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words can never hurt me.
Ah, the old childhood chant.
And so not true.
Words can do a world of hurt.
But sticks, for sure, can really be bad.
Just ask Buster.
He ate one.
Just an itty bitty piece of one.
The next day he was in big trouble.
Straining to relieve himself.
Shaking all over.
So off we went.
At eight a.m. sharp.
To Hill Country Veterinary Hospital.
Thank God they are there.
Thank God they are who they are.
Buster wagged his tail when he saw Tara.
Even though he felt puny.
I left him in good hands.
Three hours later, I checked back.
Dr. Andy said Buster had a high temperature.
And pain when he touched his abdomen.
But he still wagged his tail, like he felt alright.
Yep, that’s Buster.
Feeling poorly but feeling love.
After lots of tests and x-rays, who knows.
Something’s not right.
One or all of the above.
One can only hope and pray.
Our four-legged friends ask so little.
And give so much.
And can cost us so much, too.
Especially when we least expect it.
But there’s no price to put on love.
Especially unconditional love.
There’s no figure we can figure when it comes to assigning value.
No ifs, ands, or buts about it.
So here’s some words:
And one more thing…
Thank you Hill Country Veterinary Hospital.
Renee Walker is an author, poet, and real estate broker on the square.