It was 2010 when I saved my daddy.
Mummy sat in bed two texting to
her secret lover as daddy lay sleeping.
He was ill that day.

As I watched from the headrest,
I saw his face turn blue as he stopped breathing.
I dashed to the sofa and clawed his head.
There was no response.

Just a terrifying silence.
I ran through the open lounge door,
my paws scrambling over the carpet.
Then I saw the bedroom door was closed.

“Mommy,” I squealed.
When no reply came I clawed the door.
After a few moments mommy opened it.
“What’s wrong with you?”

I pointed my nose.
“Daddy’s gone!”
I dashed back toward the lounge.
Then stopped and stared at her.

“Come on mummy!”
She looked funny and followed.
Then she saw daddy. Cold and blue.
She simply looked.

I watched as she turned daddy’s head.
As she waited for the breath of life
to start again.
When it did, she went back again to
her secret texting.

Daddy woke soon after and mummy told him
of what I’d done.
“You saved me sweetheart?”
I purred and nodded.

“Oh, that deserves two treats.”
Daddy was so pleased as I ate them.
Unaware of what mummy was up to.
Really aware that I had saved him.

I love my daddy...