I Don’t Understand
I don’t understand why my tummy hurts so bad. I don’t understand why I can’t sleep… I know if I could sleep, it would be all better, but it hurts so bad I can’t.
I don’t understand why when my Daddy picks me up from the floor, and lays me on my pillowbed, I have to lie perfectly still for a long time or it will hurt more.
I don’t understand why I can’t stop being thirsty. I don’t understand why when I drink something, I cough it back onto the floor.
I don’t understand why nothing I eat stays in my tummy. I don’t understand why I don’t even want to eat anymore.
I don’t understand why it hurts to breathe hard. I don’t understand why it hurts my tummy to pant.
I don’t understand why Mommy and Daddy are giving me so much attention, but I like it. I don’t understand why they’re so sad.
I don’t understand why they can’t make the pain in my tummy go away.
I don’t understand why Daddy took so long to take me to the vet. I don’t understand because Daddy always made me better when he brought me here.
I don’t understand why Daddy is crying.
I don’t understand why the nice lady is putting that needle in my arm, but it doesn’t hurt as bad as my tummy.
I do understand Daddy is scratching behind my ear nice, and I can see him smile at me, and hear him telling me it will be OK.
Now the pain in my tummy is going away. Daddy made it go away, like I knew he would.
I can sleep now.
Michael Forman - Aug. 2005