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[aid] => mick
[title] => Story- Beautiful Imperfections
[time] => 2005-02-05 18:31:26
[hometext] => Story- Beautiful Imperfections
[bodytext] => Beautiful Imperfections My name is Daddles, meaning you may ask; imperfect. See I was born with only three legs, I’m missing my back right. I’m eleven years old, and I spent four years of my life living in a farmhouse with a blind elderly man. He had love for me, and I for him. One day I awoke from my nap to find him lying on the floor. I cuddled up to his face; purring, and his eyes opened slightly. The last words I heard him say were, “You were my best friend kitty.” I had to leave that day, I couldn’t take that heartache. I traveled for about a half an hour, and sat on a curb in some small town. Someone then picked me up and I didn’t struggle to get away, my legs hurt, and I needed a rest. I was taken to a building where I was locked in this tiny prison. I was there for three years. During those years I had met many friends, and seen many go. Some put to sleep, others taken by humans, and I missed their company. If only humans could hear me speak. They’d hear the screaming pleads for compassion, and a long to be consoled from the heart break I’d suffered. I woke early one morning to hear some people talking about me; that if I wasn’t taken in a week, I’d have to be put down. I started off thinking that it wouldn’t be such a bad idea, considering I had nothing to lose. My thoughts were racing through my mind like a car speeding down an open road. Before I knew it the week had gone by, and I hadn’t yet decided if I wanted to live. As soon as they opened my cage though, I jetted out like a speeding bullet. I’m not sure what had come over me in that moment but I felt free, like I had defeated the biggest hurdle of my life. As soon as I got out of the shelter my dash slowed down to a pacing walk. I figured those people didn’t think I’d survive anyway. The sun started fading in the sky; I had forgotten what a beautiful sunset looked like. I guess you never really appreciate the simple things in life, until you cannot enjoy them. I wasn’t really expecting what happened next. I felt this warm breath on my back that made my fur stand up straight, then a voice, “Hi, m-my name is Deja’ who are you?” “I’m Daddles, what are you doing out here?” “Well I tried to sleep but I feel so awake like I’ve already slept for hours.” I kind of felt really safe there, like I’ve been there before, but it was just a small open field and a farm shed. I got these chills and suddenly I remembered; this had been my home for three years. I had never seen anyone who looked like Deja before; he had these long ears that twitched every time he spoke and he was so much bigger than me. He and I started talking a bit, he told me that he’d found this place about two years ago and had been living off all the food that had been left in the shed. There were an abundance of oats, and this dried fruit stuff he made sound so good. I had been eating this nasty mush in the shelter that made me lose so much weight. People are so careless. Then Deja, out of the blue asked what had happened to my leg. I told him that I was born with the disability not my advantage but I live. To my surprise he told me to follow him into the shed. “I always wondered who you were, but I never thought I’d actually meet you.” “What are you talking about?” I asked. He got up on his hind legs and grabbed a piece of tattered, faded paper off of an old shelf. It had a hand drawn photo on it, surprisingly of me. It looked so similar to me, my head, shape, and missing leg. I knew who had drawn it the old man. Who else could, even though being blind taking the time to touch and really know what he was seeing even though his sight wasn’t there. It amazes me how people can be so cruel. That man and me had these similarities, being abandoned by loved ones, and judged by people because of our flaws. We didn’t care though, we enjoyed each others company. The kind of trance I was in after seeing that photo was like all memories, rushing throughout my mind and boom I heard Deja in the background. “You ok kitty?” “Yes.” I said. “So, why are you here all alone?” “Well, my owner took me out here, away from my home in this big city, he told me I wasn’t good anymore; useless. “I guess I am, all I do is eat, sleep; nothing special and often I find myself talking to my feet, sad huh?” “No,” I said, “What are you suppose to do when you have no one to talk to.” Deja and I had things in common just as the man and me. Deja asked me if I’d like somewhere to live if I’d like to live with him in the shed. I greatly accepted, and moved right in. It felt good to have the company, and the comfortable warmth of lying on Deja’s back instead of the cold, metal cage in the shelter. When I’d wake in mornings, I’d bat at Deja’s ears to wake him up. Every time I did this he’d jump screaming, “Who’s there, what’s going on!” Then move his body around like he was ready to attack someone, and I’d go flying off of his back into the haystacks. We had fun times together, and became the best of friends. Our differences didn’t matter at all. I only wish people could look closer into things and not judge just because of the imperfections in things. Unfortunately, judgment is a never ending cycle. Deja and I had lived together for three years, until the day we had to go our separate ways. People had come with humungous machinery to knock down our old, beaten down shed or so they called it that. To us though, it was our home- and life, our place. We walked together away from the shed as the people gazed amazed at us. Did they wonder how two completely different types of creatures could get along so well? We got to a road, and I rubbed my back against Deja’s nose, we were both kind of tearing as we turned to walk away from each other, and neither of us looked behind once we started walking. I’ll never forget him, as I will never forget the old man; two beings that touched my soul in many ways. I don’t know what became of Deja, and I miss him deeply, but me, I’m enjoying my life. I live in a hospital full of disabled kids, I try and show them that there isn’t a single thing in their life they cannot overcome, they have strength, and not to let the cruel words of some people stop them from making their dreams come true. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 31 [informant] => setting_in_the_sun [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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