Sometimes things aren’t as they seem. A kind word or deed can mean so much and make all the difference in the world to one of God’s creatures.
The page before me is blank…a canvas waiting to be painted.
The day is dark and gloomy, a cold rain pours from the heavens.
I long to leave West Virginia, there is nothing here for me anymore but I’ve nowhere to go. I am homeless and alone. I wander through the fields and hillsides in search of food but find none. My coat is drenched and I am chilled to the bone but no one cares, no one notices. I am alone in my misery. I offer a kind nod of my head to strangers but they only glare in return.
I don’t understand what it is that I’ve done to anger them but I quietly leave the area.
It’s been days since I found even garbage to eat and my belly aches from emptiness.
I don’t know where to go or what to do so I just keep moving.
I long for a kind word, a warm smile from someone, anyone, but find none.
The world has become a cruel place to me and each new day only offers emptiness and pain. Death would be a welcomed relief.
I once had a loving family but that was a very long time ago. I cherish my memories.
A bitter divorce ended our bliss and forever changed my life.
People now look at me with disgust and contempt. They don’t understand how I came to be at this low point in my life and they’re not interested in hearing my story so I say nothing…I just lower my head and move on.
I am so cold… the rain has become very heavy and I long for warmth, food and fresh water to quench my thirst. But I know better than to hope for any of these creature comforts, for I shall not ever find them again. I shall have to be content with scraps of garbage that strangers have thrown out and for mouthfuls of river water as I continue to wander through this magnificent mountainous state.
It doesn’t matter anymore. I am dying. Sickness fills my ravaged body. Soon my life will end and no one will remember me.
No one shall grieve for me. No one shall even notice that I am gone.
I only want my suffering and emptiness to end…to find peace at last.
As my wandering continues on this day I spy a sandwich wrapper on the other side of a highway. Although I resign myself to the fact that it’s probably just a wrapper without even a morsel of food left in it, I can’t resist the lure and focus my full attention on it as I head towards it.
Death is instantaneous as a car runs over the top of my malnourished and underweight body.
I wonder…did the occupants even notice me? Do they feel any remorse for my death?
I have found peace at last…I shall never hunger again…
I have crossed the Rainbow Bridge and will forever run and play through Heaven’s fields.
My name in life was “Rascal” and I was considered beautiful by my human family, although to the rest of the world I was only a stray dog…
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