Good O'l Charlie
by Grant R. Lambert
(Whitesboro, NY USA)
I remember the desire from deep in my soul, to have something to love, to coddle, and to be responsible for; for it is the backbone of humanity.
I remember my request for feline companionship denied with regularity, youth being its own enemy at times.
I remember fate presenting a path which equipped itself with a multitude of positive arrows, euthanasia being unacceptable.
I remember the length of time dragging itself along, as I was transported to my desires' location, remembering that a watched pot never seems to boil.
I remember the smallest little ball of multicolored fluff, the way it moved as its lungs expanded and contracted.
I remember four paw-like extensions, with what seemed like plastic pieces protruding from them; always outstretched in playful motion.
I remember racking my brain to come up with the perfect name for my new found friend, and after considerable thought, dubbed him Charlie.
I remember the sound of moist pate` hitting two little lips and a tongue as it was practically inhaled anywhere from ten to fifteen times a day, always with the same fervor.
I remember the waste receptacle resembling one of my mothers pie tins with no more than a cup of litter in it, and the accuracy of aim...off by six inches at least.
I remember attempting to attach a collar and bell to the neck of my new playmate only to watch a back paw get stuck as it was violently attacking unfamiliar apparatus; freedom being the obvious goal.
I remember frequent trips to the veterinarian for general maintenance, lugging my crated patient in and out of the facility, and the sound exuding from it, all unrecognizable and unnecessary.
I remember noticing as the years past, the comfort ability between myself and my dear pet, both respecting each others' boundaries.
I remember watching Charlie curled up on the couch in a comatose state, popping a can of seafood something or other, and watching him take flight like a jumbo jet.
I remember the desecration of this years Easter lillies, starting with the leaves, and ending with dragging the bell flower across the carpet; and the yelp that followed my swatting his backside.
I remember, oh yes, I remember, as I fell asleep last evening, my dear friend and treasured pet cat Charlie, lying beside me as I drifted of to sleep.
And remembering how much I love him.