Sometimes, life is hard

[brynmawr1]

You can’t expect me to spend that 
            on a cat, teeth rotting. [Good opening. It's arresting]
She isn’t eating, can’t you fix her? [Can't you fix her feels too bland somehow. Any alternatives?]
 
He bit a child, this happy go lucky
            two-year-old pitty. [I find the shift to a dog confusing. Have we shifted from the cat owner's perspective to the vet's perspective or the perspective of a dog owner?]  you aren't the first.  working on it.
Ten-day quarantine or decapitation, [This seems facetious in a way that doesn't work for me. Don't know if that was intended]  No, not intended to be facetious.
            that’s state law.
The trick is to find the angles between
            the vertebrae
to sever the ligaments.
 
A piece of me goes to the lab
            for testing; [I like this idea/phrasing, though not sure what it's intended to mean in the context of the poem] working on making this clearer, too.

a fabric worn bare,
about to tear beyond stitching. [This idea feels a bit familiar, not an ideal way to end, I'd say]

Hi Brynmawr,

I found this quite interesting to begin with, a voice nicely captured. It then got a bit too fragmented for my taste, causing my engagement to wane a little. I wonder if pursuing more of the "story" approach would help, but keeping the more observational stuff at the end after you've given enough story to grapple onto.

All the best,

Trevor

Hi Trevor,
thanks for reading and commenting.  I have continued to work on it since my last post.  Will post edit soon.
Take care,
bryn