The day before Mother’s Day, ahead of hugs and bouquets,
Our household awoke to some worrying ways.
For Mr Pickles, our boy with the whiskers and fluff,
Had lost his sparkle, his zing and his gruff.
A piddle in the Monopoly box. A wee sprinkle on the stair,
Tiny clues told us something wasn’t quite fair.
Nothing substantial, no confident flow,
Our Pickles was off-colour, his mojo was low.
Off to the vet went our brave little chap,
Where news hit us hard with a terrifying snap.
A wee-wee completely blocked – oh dear, oh no!
Our boy was stuck; it was touch and go.
The clock it ticked loudly, the stakes they were high,
A narrow escape as the moments slipped by.
But then, hallelujah, the floodgates did part,
And out went the trouble that plagued his sweet heart.
With crystals and gunk finally sent on their way,
Mr Pickles stayed at SASH for the rest of the day.
Under watchful eyes, so expert and kind,
The caring staff monitored him and our peace of mind.
On Mother’s Day we returned, full of hope, full of cheer,
And brought our boy home, the best gift of the year!
With guidance from SASH to keep troubles at bay,
New food for his bowl and water fountains to play.
Two litter boxes, calm vibes, less stress,
A recipe designed for urinary success.
Now Mr Pickles is flowing, back to his flair,
Strutting through life without a single care.
So thank you, SASH, for all that you do,
That Mother’s Day miracle was thanks to you.
The greatest present, no flowers could compare,
Bringing our Mr Pickles home, purring and there.
– SASH Adelaide SA
