My little white angel

by Ingrid de K

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Dedicated to my nine year old Maltese lion Betty,who is having eye surgery today.

I love her more than words can say.