“My mate my dog” my thoughts on Life with a service dog

My mate my dog, as I settle for the night and the lights go out a warm firm body lays over my useless legs because of it I know I’m safe, because of it I know I’ll make the morning because it’s my mate my dog
My love, my wife she leaves before the night has gone, she works into the Morning she works all the day while at home I stay with my mate my dog
A noise at the door theres strangers in the hall, I can’t reach my chair without a stumble or a fall, a look he stands there’s a growl and a bark the hairs stand up to the door he runs because of him there’s no strangers no vampires no danger at my door,
I’m safe I have my mate my dog.

Right finger shakes, left leg spasms, torso convulses, the lights grow dim, don’t know how long when something presses my wrist ,something cools my face and the convulsions are stopping,
Fog is lifting head is clearing,it’s jaws that squeeze my pulse it’s a tongue that cools my face, because of them slowly I come into space the whole time I’m out in a romm all alone it’s not a nurse or a spouse it’s teeth that have kept me safe
it’s my mate my dog.
The life of alone twelve hours a day,time filled with seizures sometimes night sometimes morning, throught out all on my own I stay,alone except for sixty pounds of fur and love on my feet sometimes at the bottom sometimes onmy pillows above.
The door he answers My chair he pulls tonnes love he gives without asking for naught without him I have nothing but bed and tv with him I have love life and I get to be me.
A mate in Australia gives his life and his all, by your side in times that are good and he picks you up when you fall.\
A dog down under is the best mate of all, he runs at your feet all day and at night he and curls up in a ball he always listens and never talks always he loves uncoditonally without objection or fault.
This aussie has long since left her wide brown land,no more sunburnt country beaches or bush
with Wheels under my ass and fits in my brain, long days shut in with just me and my pain,me and the dog always alone but not in my heart if I close my eyes but for a second or three I’m back in the my country the bush I san see.
Yet as light says goodbye to the last of day wiating for ella home for the day, I sit Patiently quietly watching the clock just me myself and my Mate my dog .

Author: disabledaccessdenied

I am a disabled woman who through no fault of my own has wheels under my ass. I rely on the decency and common sense of local, state and federal goverments, as well as the retail community to abide by the disabled access laws and provide adequate ramps, disabled toilets, and not use them as store rooms or broom closets. This blog exists to find the offenders and out them, inform them, and report them if necessary and shame them into doing the right thing when all else fails.

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