Friendly young woman in dark blue scrubs
Face mask and clipboard,
Took me through
The ins and outs of the procedure.
Operation to render my dog
My last dog Maisie
Was also spayed
I seem to have lost the memory.
As she cowers,
Under my desk,
Beside the radiator
Collar of shame
Interfering with her perambulation.
I hear her moving.
I’ve offered her treats of chicken hearts.
She isn’t biting.
It might take a while before she forgives me.
The morning vet interaction
Took me back in time, over 40 years,
To when I was a tot
And my mum took me to nursery.
In those days
Before children acquired relevance or importance
My mum would take me
To the front door and hand me over.
Mummies weren’t allowed inside.
A dark Glasgow semi;
On those who ran the place,
It was my first encounter with the system.