Clutching a quilt of pink, purple and red,

she sat on the edge of her hospital bed –

The Poodle leaned gently against a patchwork rose –

as she folded the quilt up to her chin.

and unfolded her story.

“there was a dog, a really big dog”

and her hand snuck out of a corner as she ventured a pat

on the not as big dog who beside her now sat..

“This dog was so big, like a horse he was big”,

and he jumped 

on her.

and down she fell,

in the street, off her feet, 

 hip broken,  head a bit too.

“That is why i am here. –

most people fear the bite –

but sometimes it is simply the really bad manners that hurt the most.”

and then she reached out with her whole arm and bent down to hold my dog.

How brave is Love!