Animal Communication
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by Mickey Kane It was time for Ryan (my golden retriever and best friend) to go. He had lived 14 wise and wonderful years by my side and we were reluctant to part. We finally agreed that if he couldn't go on his own over the weekend, I promised I would help him on Monday. I was afraid I might not be strong enough, but fulfilling my promise to him would give me the strength I needed. |
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by Brenda Serois Once I had the name Ralph. It was a good name for me but I either outgrew myself or something else was in the works and it changed everything. When I was about seventeen I started growing all these ugly tumors inside of me. I was really angry and did not like my strong body failing me. I tried to hide my sickness from my mom and she tried to reason away the slow loss of my sixteen pounds of catness but one day it came to her that something was wrong and she scooped me up and held me to her. She practically crushed me with her grief as we both shared our understanding of what we knew to be the beginning of the end of this lifetime for me. |
| by David Richison I live in Oklahoma City, but holiday season often takes me to the home of my brother, who lives in the country far to the southwest of the city, off a state highway, down a county line gravel road. Last year, on Christmas Eve I went to visit my brother and his wife. It was 21° F and snowing, the air made even colder by a sharp wind, which buffeted my little two door Honda Accord as I made my way towards their home. It would be the first white Christmas Oklahoma City had seen in 30 years. |
