Seven Haikus for Boomer

I’m breathing well;

my chocolate lab is not —

my asthma, his throat.


I know how he feels –

inability to breathe

freely and deeply.


Panic lurks close by,

always ready to attack —

shallow breathing, fear.


Our baby Boomer

panting, slurping water,

begging for relief.


Maybe another

doggie prozac will help him

settle down and sleep.


Now I lay me down

to sleep. I pray the Lord

Boomer’s life to keep.


If he should die be-

fore I wake, I pray his soul

to heaven does take.

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