'Camie' Rose... and Move Over Death

'Camie' Rose... and Move Over, Death
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

I watch as a little rose begins to open
Open its petals, one at a time
As each opens, it unfurls, stretches out smoothly

Until one day, it is in its glory
Full, colorful as a rose can possibly be
It reminds me of a little puppy who is doing the same

Each day, her skin gets smoother
Healthier, from the care that she receives
One day, she too... will be like a rose

She'll be wearing her coat of new hair
Her skin smooth as silk
Memories of the past will fade

All you'll see is a beautiful puppy
Who has filled out, fluffy and cute
Looking pretty as a rose... a Camie rose
                    .....................

This is dedicated to a little puppy I rescued from certain
death.  She was 'becoming the earth'... as I took her from
'death's hands'... I struggled to carry her weight, to get her
in my care.  Go away, Death... it's not her time... I'll fight
you for her... and I'll win.

In my mind as I struggled to carry her 'dead weight', I
cried out to God, 'please help me to make it home with her,
please give me the strength'.  Tears poured from my eyes
at seeing this sweet little soul who was left to die.... because
her skin wouldn't get well......

No longer pretty, the skin over her whole body 'open'
Blood, clear fluids oozing continuously
Every movement she made was in agony
She cried out from the excruciating pain
No one cared, she was dying all alone

Until... once in my care... I fought Death for her
With a determination in my heart
No, Death... this puppy isn't yours
Why, she has never known what love feels like
Love that she can trust ...not to throw her away

I will fight you... 'tooth and nail'
I'll 'fight a bear'... this little puppy is going to know
What it feels like to live with comforting love
Soft things around her to lay on... good food to eat
She is going to know a good home, family

Then... only then... when she's lived a long, good life
Can you come for her, Death... so, you stay away
This little puppy has a lot of living to do
Has a lot of good food to eat, feel a lot of special love
Before its her time to go... move over, Death

We don't have time for you... life is her destiny, 'now'
It's time for life to be good for a little puppy
A little puppy who has blossomed like a rose
I am your guardian angel who will fight your battles
Through thick, and thin... move over, Death

I don't have time for you, I know darkness very well
I lived it when my son died... so get out of my way
This little puppy is going to live... I'm going to be here
Between you and her... I'm her shining light
To keep the darkness away from her
You had her once... but, I have her now

Live life to the fullest, little Camie
I'll take care of you, comfort you, feed you
Your life is with us, your new family
That feels like we've been together ... always
No more darkness for you... move over Death

UPDATE... PRECIOUS CAMO... CAMIE (Day 6... July 09, 2013)

UPDATE ... PRECIOUS CAMO... CAMIE    (Day 6... July 09, 2013)
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee



Precious Camo's (Camie) Facebook Page:
https://www.facebook.com/camocameobates

Little Precious Camo... we call her 'Camie' now, in honor of her Aunt Mezza.  I know God connected Camie and I... I know that he gave her the strength to get to me, let me know she was still alive... only to disappear once again.

Once I knew she was alive, I went into action.  I made a phone call asking for her.  Later, I received the phone call saying I could have her.  Thank-God... I was led to her to the edge of the woods where she lay dying.  She wouldn't get back up.

Instead of taking time to get the truck to go get her, I walked to find her.  I had the opportunity to get her out of her nightmare... I wasn't letting the window close on me.  I meant to save her.  For three days I had cried over her... I couldn't understand 'why' she didn't come to visit anymore.

I had become attached to this little puppy... Skip was always commenting on how much she loved me.  I didn't want to become attached to her... but, I wanted to make sure she got good food.  Every morning, evening ... I would make her a bowl of good food just as I did for our Pups.  She'd come to eat it... it made me happy.

Precious Camo/Camie.... this photo taken tonight... she's resting quietly.  See her cozy house, her little matching rug... happy, warm, loving colors to make her well.  Her bedding is always clean.

Camie is eating her good supper.  She has been a little more active this evening... I'm so thankful.  Yesterday, I worried she was dying... again.


I had begun putting medicine on her to heal her little body, after getting permission from the owner... then... as soon as she was getting better... she was gone.  Was someone keeping her from coming back... I don't know.  I only knew that every morning, evening... I would call for her.  I know when she lay dying... she heard my voice, wanted to come to me.  My heart squeezes in pain thinking about it.

I heard the words that had to do with 'getting rid of her'.  Later, the words about a shotgun if she was still living in a couple days.  I was told she was dying, not doing anything.  I was devastated.

You can understand why I didn't take time to get the truck to drive to get her.... I didn't want to waste any time.  Once under my protection, I could save her.  Once I was told that I could have her, she became mine.

I carried her physically... we both were in a lot of pain.  Mine from past surgeries, the 'forever' pain in my body.... and her little body all in sores, bleeding... I saw maggots on her.

I meant to get her to our home to care for her.  I couldn't believe the conditon this little baby puppy was in.  I won't talk bad about anyone, or point fingers... that's 'water under the dam'.  What's more important now... is Precious Camo/Camie.

She's on the road to recovery.  The only person I talk about this to... is Skip.  He knows my real feelings about letting a little puppy get in this condition.  He knows how devastated I've been, how I've cried out of pure grief for one little puppy I thought had died.

I have cried many tears over Camie; tears still come in my eyes, my heart.  I know she lay by her little self in the dark, dying.  Probably rained on... we've gotten so much rain lately.  I have to look forward... thinking like this breaks my very Heart.  I tell myself to go forward... she is getting better little by little.

Today makes 6 days she has been with us, her new family.  Each day I see a little improvement.  She is the perfect house Pup... she has been deathly sick... but, she's never 'went to the bathroom' in her recovery area.  Never.  I go to her often... so, she can go outside 'to go'.

She has a clean home, a fenced-in yard that's cleaned throughout each day... to keep her safe.  She gets good food, lots of fresh water... her bed is changed upwards of 4-5 times daily.  Her little body still bleeds, and such.  I won't let her lay on dirty bedding.

For now, she can only be petted in the lightest of touches... she hurts easily.  I pat her little head, and on her little rump making her wag her tail.  We look forward to loving her, hugging her, playing with her... it will be a while before that can happen.  For now, she feels love in our voices, our actions.

In the background you can see 'Tommy's Plant'... I placed it on top of Camie's cozy house to be happy, cheerful... hoping Tommy could in some way be her guardian angel......... it just 'felt right'.


Tonight, I sit here with a most painful pulled muscle in my right side.  It's caused me more tears.  :)))  I don't care.  I am focused on this little puppy getting well... I would crawl on the floor to help her if I had to.  I would fight a bear to... protect her.  She's my baby now... Precious Camo/Camie is now, one of 'Our Pups'...

Precious Camo (Camie) would love for you to come be her friend on Facebook.  Photos are placed daily to show her progress.  She welcomes all her new friends... all the prayers, and positive thoughts to help her get well.

Camie will always be an inside Pup now... she'll be able to run in and out of the pet door when she wants to. This one little puppy came to the right place... we love her with our very Hearts.....