Her little heart pounding; the thunder!
Her heavy breathing; the storm!
The silence; as the spasms take her!
The rain; from her poor drooling mouth!
When the weather changes; my
poor little Amy suffers!
She senses the differences;
in the air and feels the power of the earth!
Amy is my little dog; my
precious little pet!
Her epilepsy is; sometimes
scary for me! For her; it is always so!
She wants to be close to me;
her eyes go wild and frightened!
She loses control of her
feet; her balance is gone!
She scrabbles at the ground;
her eyes grow wider and wider!
As she stumbles around; like
a drunkard; lost control!
All I can do is hold her and
watch; as the fits take hold!
She makes little noises; as
she struggles to breathe!
She faces her nameless
demons; changed by the spasms!
They force her body to arch;
she is helpless as these waves
Break upon her little body;
she has no control of her movements!
She is tossed upon the
waves; and spilled upon the shores again!
Hardly able to breathe; amidst
the strongest tremors
Then panting out of control;
when they pass!
Any little weather change;
can cause the spasms!
Too hot; too cold; thunder
or lightning!
Too much excitement; too
much exercise!
So many little changes;
nothing visible to the naked eye!
No major natural phenomenon;
yet she feels it in her bones!
She knows now when it is
coming; she understands her plight!
She sits and watches as Kia
and I go for a walk!
She knows how dangerous it
is to come with us!
Any activity could spell
another fit!
So next time that it rains;
think of my poor Amy!
As she struggles and
strains; and be thankful!
That you are one of the
lucky ones, who doesn’t have to battle?
And feel so powerless and
drained; like my Amy does!
Every time it rains!
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