Our poor wee dog was sick,

my hairy child was ill.

Breathing fast and shaking,

then lying very still.

We took him to the vet,

to see what they could do –

the pound signs on the wall,

should have been my first clear clue.

50 quid to see him,

20 for a jag,

“He’ll need a few of them,

if you want his tail to wag”.

60 quid tomorrow,

for pills and a check up,

could be more next week –

I’ll need a begging cup!