The Pregnant Mum. Poem by margaret haig

She got caught in the kitchen,
By an unwanted male,
Taking time to make her mum,
Connecting near the tail;
Poor small lady, and to her,
it wasn't very fair,
But now it's showing real proof;
I'm here to show care.

It's now getting closer, to when
Pups will be born to her,
She is nesting, growing too,
Panting, signs saying mother;
Even to her belly now big,
With morning sickness, oh poor thing,
How can I help her, my poor
Four legged darling.

Vet time came he checked her out,
He heard 3 heart beats or more,
Felt there were little lumps,
But they kicked and made her sore;
He said poor little missy ma,
But think of this meg, she'll
Make you into Granma.

She now has two weeks to go,
Still has some pups to show,
But six breasts are bigger,
And her walking is now slow;
It will be quite interesting on the day,
But vet said I won't need to help,
Dogs are clever, and they know.

I'm so excited, a time I've never
been thru,
Please help Missy Lord,
The day the birthing is due;
And Nu Nu is exited,
Lays beside her each night,
I can see missy now, showing
Is showing her delight.