| The little orange boy stopped.
Behind him, kitties were playing, chasing each other and wrestling in the
warm sunshine. It looked like so much fun, but in front of him, through
the clear stillness of the pond's water, he could see his mommy. And she
was crying. He pawed at the water, trying to get at her, and when that
didn't work, he jumped into the shallow water. All that got him was wet
and Mommy's image danced away in the ripples. "Mommy!" he cried.
"Is something wrong?" The
little orange boy turned around. A lady was standing at the edge of the
pond, her eyes sad but filled with love. The little orange boy sighed and
walked out of the water. "There's been a mistake," he said. "I'm not supposed
to be here." He looked back at the water. It was starting to still again
and his mommy's image was coming back. "I'm just a baby. Mommy said it
had to be a mistake. She said I wasn't supposed to come here yet."
The kind lady sighed and
sat down on the grass. The little orange boy climbed into her lap. It wasn't
Mommy's lap, but it was almost as good. When she started to pet him and
scritch under his chin like he liked, he started to purr. He hadn't wanted
to, but he couldn't help it. "I'm afraid there is no mistake. You are supposed
to be here and your mommy knows it deep down in her heart," the lady said.
The little orange boy sighed
and laid his head on the lady's leg. "But she's so sad. It hurts me to
see her cry. And daddy too."
"But they knew right from
the beginning this would happen."
"That I was sick?" That surprised
the little orange boy. No one had ever said anything and he had listened
when they thought he was sleeping. All he had heard them talk about was
how cute he was or how fast he was or how big he was getting. "No, not
that you were sick," the lady said. "But you see, they chose tears."
"No, they didn't," the little
orange boy argued. Who would choose to cry?
The lady gently brushed the
top of his head with a kiss. It made him feel safe and loved and warm-
but he still worried about his mommy. "Let me tell you a story," the lady
said.
The little orange boy looked
up and saw other animals gathering around. Cats - Big Boy and Snowball
and Shamus and Abby and little Cleo and Robin. Merlin and Toby and Iggy
and Zachary. Sweetie and Kamatte and Obie. Dogs too - Sally and Baby and
Morgan and Rocky and Belle. Even a lizard named Clyde and some rats named
Saffron and Becky and a hamster named Odo. They all lay down near the kind
lady and looked up at her, waiting.
She smiled at them and began:
A long long time ago, the Loving Ones went to the Angel in Charge. They
were lonesome and asked the angel to help them.
The angel took them to a
wall of windows and let them look out the first window at all sorts of
things- dolls and stuffed animals and cars and toys and sporting events.
"Here are things you can
love," the angel said. "They will keep you from being lonesome."
"Oh, thank you," the Loving
Ones said. "These are just what we need."
"You have chosen Pleasure,"
the angel told them.
But after a time the Loving
Ones came back to the Angel in Charge. "Things are okay to love," they
said. "But they don't care that we love them."
The Angel in Charge led them
over to the second window. It looked out at all sorts of wild animals.
"Here are animals to love," he said. "They will know you love them."
So the Loving Ones hurried
out to care for the wild animals. "You have chosen Satisfaction," the angel
said.
Some of the Loving Ones worked
at zoos and wild animal preserves, some just had bird feeders in their
yards, but after a time they all came back to the Angel in Charge. "They
know we love them," they told the angel. "But they don't love us back.
We want to be loved in return." So the angel took them to the third window
and showed them lots of people walking around, hurrying places. "Here are
people for you to love," the angel told them.
So the Loving Ones hurried
off to find other people to love. "You have chosen Commitment," the angel
said.
But after a time a lot of
Loving Ones came back to the Angel in Charge. "People were okay to love,"
they said. "But sometimes they stopped loving us and left. They broke our
hearts."
The angel just shook his
head. "I cannot help you," he said. "You will have to be satisfied with
the choices I gave you." As the Loving Ones were leaving, someone saw a
window off to one side and hurried to look out. Through it, they could
see puppies and kittens and dogs and cats and lizards and hamsters and
ferrets. The other Loving Ones hurried over. "What about these?" they asked.
But the angel just tried to shoo them away. "Those are Personal Empathy
Trainers," he said. "But there's a problem with their system operations."
"Would they know that we
love them?" someone asked.
"Yes," the angel said.
"Would they love us back?"
another asked.
"Yes," the angel said.
"Will they stop loving us?"
someone else asked.
"No," the angel admitted.
"They will love you forever."
"Then these are what we want,"
the Loving Ones said.
But the angel was very upset.
"You don't understand," he told them. "You will have to feed these animals."
"That's all right," the Loving
Ones said.
"You will have to clean up
after them and take care of them forever."
"We don't care."
The Loving Ones did not listen.
They went down to where the Pets were and picked them up, seeing the love
in their own hearts reflected in the animals' eyes. "They were not programmed
right," the angel said. "We can't offer a warranty. We don't know how durable
they are. Some of their systems malfunction very quickly, others last a
long time." But the Loving Ones did not care. They were holding the warm
little bodies and finding their hearts so filled with love that they thought
they would burst. "We will take our chances," they said. "You do not understand."
The angel tried one more time. "They are so dependent on you that even
the most well-made of them is not designed to outlive you. You are destined
to suffer their loss."
The Loving Ones looked at
the sweetness in their arms and nodded. "That is how it should be. It is
a fair trade for the love they offer."
The angel just watched them
all go, shaking his head. "You have chosen Tears," he whispered.
"So it is," the kind lady
told the kitties. "And so each mommy and daddy knows. When they take a
baby into their heart, they know that one day it will leave them and they
will cry."
The little orange boy sat
up. "So why do they take us in?" he asked.
"Because even a moment of
your love is worth years of pain later."
"Oh." The little orange boy
got off the lady's lap and went back to the edge of the pond. His mommy
was still there, and still crying. "Will she ever stop crying?" he asked
the kind lady.
She nodded. "You see, the
Angel felt sorry for the Loving Ones, knowing how much they would suffer.
He couldn't take the tears away but he made them special."
She dipped her hand into
the pond and let the water trickle off her fingers. "He made them healing
tears, formed from the special water here. Each tear holds bits of all
the happy times of purring and petting and shared love. And the promise
of love once again. As your mommy cries, she is healing. "It may take a
long while, but the tears will help her feel better. In time she will be
less sad and she will smile when she thinks of you. And then she will open
her heart again to another little baby."
"But then she will cry again
one day," the little orange boy said.
The lady just smiled at him
as she got to her feet. "No, she will love again. That is all she will
think about." She picked up Big Boy and Snowball and gave them hugs, then
scratched Morgan's ear just how she liked. "Look," she said. "The butterflies
have come. Shall we go over to play?" The other animals all ran ahead,
but the little orange boy wasn't ready to leave his mommy. "Will I ever
get to be with her again?"
The kind lady nodded. "You'll
be in the eyes of every kitty she looks at. You'll be in the purr of every
cat she pets. And late at night, when she's fast asleep, your spirit will
snuggle up close to her and you both will feel at peace. One day soon,
you can even send her a rainbow to tell her you're safe and waiting here
for when it's her turn to come."
"I would like that," the
little orange boy said and took one long look at his mommy. He saw her
smile slightly through her tears and he knew she had remembered the time
he almost fell into the bathtub. "I love you, Mommy," he whispered. "It's
okay if you cry." He glanced over at the others, running and playing and
laughing with the butterflies. "Uh, Mommy? I gotta go play now, okay? But
I'll be around, I promise."
Then he turned and raced
after the others. |