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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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Blackie You took me in as a kitten and left me with an unusually common name Blackie simply because your brother and sister liked it. I came the same day as that overgrown puppy, Tippy and he pawed, and I scrapped, but that night, I slept on his belly and we tolerated with the idea of being tolerable. It wasn’t but about a year later, long after I had learned to mouse in the fields, and would only show up for obligatory strokes, when you moved away. I remembered your cries, calling me, while I stalked a small hare, but you scared him away. Your father said he would come back for me, but the van was packed. You were moving just three miles away and I really was a country cat. Your father didn’t tell you Until you were a bit older, but he checked on me every week, until new people moved into that old house, and they said they would feed me if I ever came to the door. He explained how I would keep the gophers and other rodents at bay. And I did. But I remembered your stroke, and headed out one day, in search of you. I didn’t see the car. Still, I found you. I came to your door, those three miles away from where I last saw you, two years after you moved, and howled at the door. You let me in, crying my name, knowing me immediately, but I went to your parents’ room, crawled under their double bed and died from internal injuries. I had only wanted to feel the love of a family again. You were all so good to me. I had been gone two years, and gave me unconditional love even after I had died. Some months later, I visited you. Remember? I came down the hallway, through the kitchen, stroked past your legs, then out the back door, which was closed. You stood there like stone, I’m not sure what you thought. It was time to leave, I wanted you to see me go, as good as I ever was. Tippy was on the other side, and I said goodbye, and he barked. Remember? You were sure you were just dreaming, or doing that thing, what did they call it, fancy thinking? But I saw your mother, too, and she came in, and asked if you had seen anything come by. The tone of her voice was gravely serious, and you answered honestly, speaking my name, Blackie. She nodded. She had seen me, too. You’ve never forgotten me. After that, you began writing, remember? |
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luminosity Senior Member
since 2005-11-18
Posts 813 |
You’ve never forgotten me. After that, you began writing, remember? oh gosh lady this does make the tears roll down.......beautiful writing |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Karilea you have me convulsed in gut-wrenching sobs. Can't think straight or say much right now. Blackie and Tippy are with my Flicka and Tigger and Daisy in Heaven. Owl |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
Loved this heart touching story of wonderful Blackie! Ms. E |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
As only you can do. Very unique. But that is you. Touching read, Sunshine! JL  Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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Spiros Zafiris Senior Member
since 2002-10-20
Posts 982Canada |
..my, that was a most captivating read..! ..great poem..! ..spiros ~~ |
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mellowdown Junior Member
since 2012-12-19
Posts 30usa |
A tug at the heartstrings, a poem is a sigh |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Tears...such a touchyng and brautiful piece. Ida |
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