There were many that knew his mommy Evy they told him. They who knew her were the Ones Who Came Before. And there were others who would be new furriends forever who invited Ossie to play with them. Sleek and gleaming with perfection, they were all filled with joy and well being.
There were family pets playing and napping wherever they wished. And there were equally precious ferals of all species there too. Paradise to them, as they left their fright, sickness and hard lives behind like shed furs when they took leave of that life and came here to be warm, loved and cared for.
There was a being who invited everyone to a story. Ossie went straight over to join the others already there. He saw there were other beings throughout the land as well, all with warm inviting laps that held as many beloveds who wished to climb up to hear a story. There was room for all as there were no rules of size or such concepts. He settled and this is what he heard.
The being patted the arm of the chair and said softly "Come LittleOnes. Come hear a story."
When they had all settled, paws neatly folded in front of their chests, eyes slitted and their humming purrs silenced for a space of time, the being picked up the big book and settled it.
Opening to page one the being's hands smoothed the pages rich with newly minted words, and glowing with color.
They all became still and silent, listening. The being's voice was low and soft as the story was read to the little furred ones gathered.
"Once upon a time, I decided to leave my first home deep in the center of the woods. I had stayed there too long already and I was losing my purpose, though I was not sure what that purpose was. Only that I knew I was...."
On and on the being's voice drifted over the gleaming coats of the animals and into velvet ears. Warmly curled, noses quivering as was their way, whiskers flattened against cheeks of silk they half dreamed on as the loved being read to them. © Carole Schulman
|We will always love and miss you Ossie Cat. Always.|