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I Came. I saw. I Conquered. Remember Me.

May 2nd 2007 9:50 pm
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Dear Diary,

When I was born I'd have to be honest and say that I didn't have much going for me. I was living in PA, in a garage with 7 of my siblings in a box. My mom and dad did OK for us but chances were high that I would end up living in a field with some ferrets or running around fathering brats all over the state. Rather than that life I ended up spending the next 16 years on a different path I would only have dreamed of. Who would have thought that when my older brother Bootsie's mom plucked me from the litter that I would end up living in NY experiencing the "family life " that any 'stray' would kill for! ? I'm talking the run of the house! Endless Greek olives and Italian Bread. Grade A catnip and not to mention the best darn purple cotton ball in all of NY. (My favorite toy that I had to keep bringing up 3 flights of stairs because everyone THOUGHT I wanted it on the bottom floor!). However, nothing was more special than what ultimately I came to experience as.... 'family'. A real 'people family' where I grew to learn all about unconditional love.

During the last 15 years of my life I never left home or the side of my 'people', until today. I have spent so many years taking care of my 'people' that I would be lying if I said that I were not scared to let go. However, I tried to hold on as long as I could. I was simply tired of fighting. For once I gave in but I went out exactly the way I wanted to. ;)

I was always the independent type when it came to most situations. Though, when it came to my 'people family', I had always been able to rely on them to be close by. Especially my ‘ma’. Therefore it was not a surprise to me when I needed her most that she made sure that I spent my last few days where I wanted to be. At home, with her, on 'my' couch. When I let out my last breath ‘ma' cried to me. I heard every word she said, though I couldn't speak to her. I watched her ache for me as I slipped away but 'ma’ stayed by my side the whole time. She gave me exactly what I would have wanted. She always did. If I could give her something in return it would be able to say 'I love you' and 'thank you’. Thank you for the last 16 years of happiness. Thank you for the last 16 years of love. Thank you for holding me until the end and not letting me cross over all alone. I am not scared anymore.
Love,
Winston
"Boo-Ba-Loo"

PS: I'll be waiting for you all on the other side.

 
 

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