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I was that lithe, black streak that darted in the street. I
made it through two lanes of traffic and then I darted into
the lanes where autos were moving the opposite direction.
I ran as fast as I was able through the first two lanes,
then I paused a heartbeat before dashing back into traffic.
Stretched out, supple, and swift I flew onto the road again.
You hesitated but half a second, and then continued quickly
on your way. I tumbled over and over underneath your car. I
was struck by the wheels and bounced up and down before
being thrust out off the street. My body was seizing up as
pain pierced my awareness.
Before shock set in, I pulled myself through the front yard,
then under the car at a stranger's home. Still thinking I
was full of life; that no bad thing could harm me, I
struggled into the shade at the side of the house as fear
consumed me. Something inside me was broken and I could not
move from where I lay.
You didn't return to see if I had made it from under your
wheels. Someone else, however, did. She looked for me but I
was too tired and hurting too much to cry out loud enough
for her to hear and she eventually returned to her car.
Before the pain sucked me under. Before my eyes misted over,
I cried ever so softly. I was so full of life such a short
while ago. This couldn't be happening to me, could it?
Did any thought of me cross your mind as you neared your
home?
It was Wednesday morning. Many folks were on their way to
work. Or to drop their kids off at school. There in the
middle of the right lane I lay after being hit by a car but
a few minutes earlier. Most of the cars swerved around me.
In that line of cars that drove around me was a lady who
turned back and parked her car near where I was. She got out
of her car and rushed over to me. Careful to keep an eye on
the traffic coming our way she quickly scooped me up then
set me down on some green grass next to a sidewalk.
I could hear her as she uttered soft words. She kept
repeating to herself, "You looked to be sleeping. But you're
not, are you little boy?" I was still warm and limber, my
fur fuzzy and soft when she gathered me up to move me away
from the oncoming cars. This, too,made her cry. "I am so
sorry for you. So sorry."
She mumbled. "Your sweet face...It is as if you are saying,
'I'm sorry. I'm scared. I just want to sleep.'" She then
caressed my chest and belly tenderly as tears ran down her
face into my fur. I licked her hand to thank her, but she
couldn't feel it. I was a spirit and my heartfelt kisses
were too insubstantial for her to notice. As she bent down
over me I sat by her side. She cried a lot. She was late for
work.
After she left God called me onward to play in green fields
beyond the bridge. I thanked Him for her unconditional love
for a strange young dog she'd never seen before. I thanked
God, too, for allowing me to experience that love before He
called my spirit forth.
I wonder if she will recognize me when her time comes to
cross over the bridge? I hope so...
Have you ever thought about me? I am the soul of the cat,
hit by the van and left to die alone. I am the spirit of the
young dog, still a puppy in heart and body...run over and
left in the middle of the road.
Have you ever seen me? I'm the old dog running down the
sidewalk, so near to the street--my _expression one of panic
and fear because I am lost and looking for a familiar face.
Looking for home. So frightened by my circumstances I bolt
into the intersection unaware of the dangers awaiting me.
But I am so consumed with anguish at being away from those I
love that I do not notice the fast-rushing automobiles
coming my way.
Did you think to stop and help me to a safer area? To see if
maybe I was wearing ID tags?
I am the heart and spirit of every animal that had been or
would have been a loving companion to the human who would
have had me. I am the creature filled with life... The dog
bursting with boundless love, aching for your tender touch.
The cat who would have been fully satisfied to share his or
her home with you. I come in all colors. And in all sizes. I
am young. I am old.
I am one of God's creatures...
Copyright ?© 2004 by Kathy Anne Harris
http://home.earthlink.net/~bluebelliedlizard/haveyoueverthought.html
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Kath
"God fashioned the dog from sun drops."
- KAH
"Reading is the best form of transportation."
- KAH
"Ageless...
Like the scent of rain
Like the drift of leaves on the wind
...Love is"
- KAH
My website:
http://spirit-soul.com/ToShareWithYou.html
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Blessings to you today
Bob Johnston
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