June 13th 2011 9:17 pm
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Here were go the end of my story as it has been told by my dad (wonder if maybe he knew the trucker dude that found the kitty?)
IF YOU ARE A NEW READER PLEASE GO BACK ON MY DIARY TO PART ONE OF MY STORY THESE ARE THE FINAL CHAPTERS
Well most kitties wanna know what happens next so as you will recall we left Frannie and Little Fellar watching from the window as the ole trucker dude Bill drove away, and then:
It was several weeks later while I was on my old John Deere drillin’ post holes at my farm in New Summerfield and my cell phone went off and as I flipped it open, I saw it was Michelle. "Bill, you need to come on out to mom’s house as soon as you can, and hurry Bill.”
I feared the worst. I knew Francis hadn’t been feelin’ too good and I had a bad feelin’. I climbed down off that tractor and jumped in my pick- up and took off. I pulled into Francis’ drive and it was full of cars. I just sat in my old Ford and prayed. I don’t mind tellin’ you I prayed ‘bout as hard as I ever did. This was the sadness I had felt yesterday.
I made my way through all the cars’n trucks and stood in the foyer all bundled up in my “insulateds” with my old dusty farm hat in my hand. Lotta people here. Some I knew, some I didn’t.
“Bill, come here quickly.” said Alicia from across the room. As I walked toward the bedroom I heard Michelle and doctor Evans arguin’:
“She doesn’t want to go to the hospital , Doc!” Says Michelle.
“She’s dyin’ Michelle.”Said Doc.
“Then she’ll die in her own bed, in the house that daddy built for us, in the house where she raised her two little girls......me and Alicia!”Sobbed Michelle.
I eased into Frannie’s bedroom and there she was all tubed up with machines, IV’s and oxygen. I’d seen all this before with my Cathy. There lying beside her was Little Feller. He stared up at me with his big ole eyes and they held the same kind of sadness I had seen over eighteen years ago, and I knew that he knew. I sat down beside Francis and gently took her hand in my left hand. I layed my right hand on Little Feller just as I had eighteen years before in that old boot box and even with all these people around us, there was just the three of us in our own little world. Just like the old days.
Frannie opened her eyes and whispered: “Bill, I think I got Little Feller about ready for you to take home. I think he’s about healed up now.”
“I’ll hang on to him till you get to feelin’ better Frannie.” Says I.
“I think I’ll be feeling a lot better real soon Bill.”
“Well, we’re right here with you Frannie and we love you.” I said.
I lay my head on her bed and wept.
When I raised my head, there was Little Feller starin’ into her face. She had died and he had felt it. I kissed her on the cheek, picked Little Feller up and slowly started towards Michelle and Alicia. I reckon they knew as soon as they saw me comin’. Alicia ran to her mamma, wrapped her arms around her and sobbed bitterly. Michelle slowly sat down on the couch and just stared out at nothin’. She was plumb wore out and awful tired of bein’ the strong one. I lay Little Feller on the couch and sat down beside Michelle, took her hand in mine and we just sat there real quiet like for a long time. Sometimes that’s enough.
After all of the commotion I gathered up Little Feller’s gear and much to my surprise there was that ol’ boot box. He’d been usin’ it for a bed all these years. It was all taped up and it looked like it had been repaired about twenty times. Maybe once a year for eighteen years. My sweater was still in it. I put everything in the front seat of my pick-up and fired it up with the heater on. I took the sweater out of that old box and went in the house. I wrapped Little Feller up against the cold and we went to the truck. He felt so light and sad. I knew his little heart was broke. I layed him on the seat beside me and he climbed into his box.
I wrapped him up in the sweater again and we went home. It ain’t but about five miles to my house but that was the longest five miles in my life. I watched Frannie’s house in my rear view mirror ‘til I couldn’t see it no more. I layed my hand on Little Feller so’s he’d know he wasn’t alone. Cause I knew that was real important to him now.
Francis had a big funeral. A lot of people there. Everybody asked me about Little Feller. He had been a part of Francis for so long everbody that luved her also luved that little fellar. “Doin’ fine.” I lied. Little Feller wasn’t doin’ fine at all.
I guess it wasn’t no surprise to anyone but Little Feller didn’t last but a little while after we buried Francis. I’d lay that ol’ sweater beside me on the bed at night and he’d curl up and sleep there. I reached over to pick him up one mornin’and his little broken heart had give up durin’ the night. I reckon he just went to sleep and didn’t wake up. I held him in my arms and cried like a little baby all over again. Gittin’ real tired of that. Little sister said he died of some kinda heart problem. “He died of a broken heart”. Michelle said.
I reckon they were both right.
I built Little Feller a casket. It didn’t take much wood, he was so tiny. Folded his boot box up real flat and put it in there with him. Wrapped him up in that ol’ sweater. It may not be exactly legal, but me and the girls snuck out to the cemetary one night and buried Little Feller between Francis and Ernie. I peeled the sod back real careful like, buried Little Feller, and put everything back so’s you couldn’t tell we were ever there. I don’t reckon God ‘ll mind one bit. While we were standin’ there in that cold dark, holdin’ onto each other real quiet like, each of us in our own thoughts I told them this:
“A long time ago I lived in a little town on the gulf coast, a little north of Galveston Bay called Mont Belvieu. I met Jesus in a church there called “Maranatha.” Best church I ever been to. Had a pastor there by the name of Bobbie
Dice. Best preacher I ever knew. A little girl whose old dog had died, ask Pastor Dice if he’d gone to Heaven. Seems that that old dog was about seventeen years old. That little girl was seven. He was like a big brother to her and a big part of her life. Broke her little heart when he died, and she just didn’t understand. Sometimes I don’t reckon I do either. This is what the pastor told her and our congregation:
“I believe that the righteous things that we hold dear on this earth, our God holds dear to his heart in heaven. Yes, I do believe that our beloved pets await us in heaven. They are as important to Him as they are to us. All livin things are created by our Father God. That is the kind of God that we serve. Simply put, He loves us, and He loves our pets because we love them.”
Funny how a little crippled up, orphan cat can touch the hearts of so many people. That little cat was known by lonely, wore out, ol’ truck drivers all over this country and everybody in our little town. He’d be missed. When he died I was right there with him and he knew that I loved him. I think that’s important. Gonna take awhile to get over losin’ Francis and Little Feller. Maybe never will. Leaves a empty feelin’ in my heart.
I know a few things. I know I’ll hold Cathy’s hand in mine again. I know I’ll see Ernie ‘n Francis again and I know I’ll see a little orange “fur ball” flittin’ around in green meadows, chasin’ butterflies he’ll never catch, on four legs, healthy and happy ‘cause that’s the kinda God we serve.
No more fears no more tears.
I reckon I don’t want to talk about this no more.
I need to finish drillin’ them post holes. Startin’ to snow a little. Put my “insulateds” on. “Where’d I put that old hat?”
“Shore is cold today”.......
Very good story!
Yup, mom needed tissue.
Not a good story, A GREAT STORY!! Mom 'n I sniffed a bunch 'n tears couldn't stop flowin', but dat story will stick wif us fur a long long time. Heartfelt story!! We really like the angle it took from da truckers viewpoint 'n words. Somehow, we feel dis might haz been a true story? Very well told. Thank u so mush fur sharin'!~
Hugs 'n nudges,
Thank you VERY much for sharing. What a wonderful tale of kindness and love. Sure, Earthly lives must end and it's sad for those who remain here, but nothing can end true love. Yes, I too know that we will all meet again.
You tell a story so well...Mom got teary, she felt as if she knew these people in three short chapters. I believe you are right...we will see them all again..love cannot die.
Is sad but a beyootifur story anyways, THANK YOU!!!
I'm sitting here with Ingen on my lap and few tears in my eyes.
Thanks Jeszebel and Tundra. Milo we did think the trucker's view made the story somewhat unique, and while the story is not a true story it is based some true events.
Taag, Skylar, and Ingen thanks mom and dad do believe love never dies too. We have been told that to write a good story the reader should get to know the charachters like they are real and be touched by their lives.
Ingen that is pretty cool you sat on mom's lap while she read.
It was a great story, Moe, and the ending was bittersweet, and felt true. Thanks for the read!
Mommy couldn't help having tears dribble down her cheek.
Nice story. Thank you Moe.
Hugs & Purrs,
Hi Samhain and Skippy, thanks I am so happy you all like the story even though the end made mom get tears too.
That was excellent writing! We need tissues! Truly, I'm touched by this story. The part about her laying there and telling him she's got Little Feller all fixed up for you...oh tear works and a smile! Bravo!