22nd September
2012
Dear Cassi,
This morning a man told me the story of how his
dog had died. I can’t say if he thought it was good conversation or if it was a
pain he needed to rub, but he spent time he should have put to better use like
sleep as he works two jobs.
In any case, he had said that the dog was his
first real companion here in America as he came from another country and had
left his family behind. This was a dog that chewed and swallowed just about
anything that was left about and so he was a sickly dog.
This fellow told me of the expense of the animal
vet bills and the fact that he had little money for this but would pay because
of the love he felt for the animal. He said that he changed vets trying to find
someone who honestly care for his dog.
Then he took the dog with him to a fishing spot
and the thing got lost. He got a call from the animal control people who said
he would have to pay a fee for animal recovery. They took the dog to the veterinarian and
the animal was in so poor a state that it was put down.
This end was inevitable. No dog lives
forever and this one had never had much time in this world. Still, some folks
never give up on something they love and others simply have no idea when to
give up. Some of us, my dear Cassi, bravely stand against the storm. Our
sacrifice is admirable in its own way but in the end will amount to nothing.
No when to come out of the rain, little
sister,
Richard Leland Neal
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