Sad story, good ending.

I found this story; I can't remember where.

~~~~~~~~~


I couldn't remember the last time I'd eaten. I was weak, dirty and oh so
tired. And things hurt but I couldn't tell where. I was lying by the
side of the road and my mind was drifting way away from my poor, thin,
frail body.

Then I felt hands picking me up. I was back inside my fur but I couldn't
move. I knew I was being put inside one of those monsters that thunder
down the road. I was dizzy. And I was so thirsty my tongue was stuck to
the inside of my mouth.

Then I was in a room with bright lights on a cold hard table. I could
hear voices then.

"She's barely alive, if she is alive. The kindest thing would be to put
her to sleep."

"NO!" I said inside myself. But I was deep deep inside. It was like a
nightmare. I needed to yell and I couldn't!

I realized I had a chance. I had a chance to live. I wanted to live so
much. I wanted to have a full belly and see the sun and smell things and
feel the warm breeze. If I could only do something to let these humans
know I was alive. So I struggled and struggled inside myself. What could
I do? I could hear the humans preparing a needle for me. It would take
me to the Rainbow Bridge. But I wasn't ready to go. I struggled and
struggled.

I moved my paw. Just a little.

"She's alive!" someone said.

From that moment on things have gotten better and better for me.

I got food and water. I've been resting in a warm place on a soft bed. I
feel safe. Some things aren't right with me and probably never will be.
But I have a chance.

And I've learned from the other cats around me that this place is safe.
Humans come in here to meet you. They are looking for companionship.
Feline companionship.

I think I had a human once. I don't remember what happened. But it
sounds nice to be with someone and sit on a lap and be talked to nice
and purr a lot. Yes, that does sound good to me. I would like to never
be lonely again.

So I wait here and I have hope and I am not afraid.

Note: Rosey is at the shelter in Conway and she is patiently waiting and
hoping for someone to love and be loved by. She has some neurological
issues (she can't walk perfectly) but she is a lovely lady cat and we
hope the future will be kind to her.

//seems to be something in my eyes... Every time I read this.//


~~~~~~~~~~~~ ^..^

"Life without cats would be only marginally worth living."
-TC, and the unmercifully, relentlessly, sweet calico kitty, Kenzie.

Every day is a treasure with Kenzie; I try to treat them that way. There
will only be so many, and then there will never, ever, be any more.

How you behave towards cats here below determines your status in Heaven.
- Robert Heinlein

"Gandalf"
I found this story; I can't remember where.

~~~~~~~~~


I couldn't remember the last time I'd eaten. I was weak, dirty and oh so
tired. And things hurt but I couldn't tell where. I was lying by the
side of the road and my mind was drifting way away from my poor, thin,
frail body.

Then I felt hands picking me up. I was back inside my fur but I couldn't
move. I knew I was being put inside one of those monsters that thunder
down the road. I was dizzy. And I was so thirsty my tongue was stuck to
the inside of my mouth.

Then I was in a room with bright lights on a cold hard table. I could
hear voices then.

"She's barely alive, if she is alive. The kindest thing would be to put
her to sleep."

"NO!" I said inside myself. But I was deep deep inside. It was like a
nightmare. I needed to yell and I couldn't!

I realized I had a chance. I had a chance to live. I wanted to live so
much. I wanted to have a full belly and see the sun and smell things and
feel the warm breeze. If I could only do something to let these humans
know I was alive. So I struggled and struggled inside myself. What could
I do? I could hear the humans preparing a needle for me. It would take
me to the Rainbow Bridge. But I wasn't ready to go. I struggled and
struggled.

I moved my paw. Just a little.

"She's alive!" someone said.

From that moment on things have gotten better and better for me.

I got food and water. I've been resting in a warm place on a soft bed. I
feel safe. Some things aren't right with me and probably never will be.
But I have a chance.

And I've learned from the other cats around me that this place is safe.
Humans come in here to meet you. They are looking for companionship.
Feline companionship.

I think I had a human once. I don't remember what happened. But it
sounds nice to be with someone and sit on a lap and be talked to nice
and purr a lot. Yes, that does sound good to me. I would like to never
be lonely again.

So I wait here and I have hope and I am not afraid.

Note: Rosey is at the shelter in Conway and she is patiently waiting and
hoping for someone to love and be loved by. She has some neurological
issues (she can't walk perfectly) but she is a lovely lady cat and we
hope the future will be kind to her.

//seems to be something in my eyes... Every time I read this.//

I read a similar story and I weep every time I read it too
Kyla


~~~~~~~~~~~~ ^..^

"Life without cats would be only marginally worth living."
-TC, and the unmercifully, relentlessly, sweet calico kitty, Kenzie.

Every day is a treasure with Kenzie; I try to treat them that way. There
will only be so many, and then there will never, ever, be any more.

How you behave towards cats here below determines your status in Heaven.
- Robert Heinlein