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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