OCD & aggression,
then Pucci got the Prozac® reprieve,
nine toy-pouncing, sweet-nuzzling years,
then the bill came due:
then injection, intubation, irrigation, evacuation
and tests you’d never want to have,
then failure to thrive:
adrift at sea in a tiny raft,
he looked away when we threw him lines.
once more, that decision,
once more, the slick pit of grief.