There hasn't been a person that I have ever met that is anything close to a pet. Someone who will just sit stare, some one who will always be there. Someone who will be with you when you're lonely, someone who will let you know that you are their one and only. A pet can give you so much pleasure, and memories that you can always treasure.
Sometimes I think that my pets love me more than my people...
nighttime was bath time on the poor side of town in the courts of Elgin back in ’87.
I could still hear the sounds of the bath water running into the tub as my mother rinsed the shampoo out of my coarse hair.
the door flung open it was my dad and with him was a burst of energy that bolted through the door as quick as hot bacon grease out of the frying pan.
we inherited a dog.
a newborn pit bull that jumped into the bathtub with me and licked the bath water off of my pruned fingers and soft porous face.
simple happiness and joy fulfilled my childlike soul like a maniac running wild in the streets.
but no matter anyone’s age, when someone has their head above water, there’s always gonna be someone there to pull your feet back down to have you drown with them.
too many teeth were chattering around the court of gossip and rumors about the new addition to our family
and they had a petition made up to disband the pit bull from the neighborhood for the safety of their precious children.
however, the gangs were vandalizing houses and terrorizing our streets with violence but that held no concerned as they kept their focus on the dog, dawdling in fear of the unknown instead of acting on and implementing what was known.
the petition was signed and approved, even though the dog had never attacked anyone before
and for a boy who didn’t fully understand the cruelty of the world just yet, the senses and feelings intensified and hit like a Chicago winter hard wind, stinging against the reddened face as my eyes welled up with tears after they discarded my new found love from behind my sleeping back.
everything went to **** after that, my parents split the children were no longer allowed to play with me the gangs continued the crime increased and the neighbors silly busywork had made no difference because they trundled away the court shortly afterwards, taking their terrible lives and making life terrible for others under different skies with different people.
Lucy, you were taken away, destroyed and disposed of before you even had a chance to mend this little boy’s broken heart on the poor side of town in the courts of Elgin back in ’87.
I know the process Doesn’t make it easier It starts off with shock Then leads to red anger I’ll bargain for peace Till I sink to depression And hopefully by the end I’ll have found some acceptance I know the process Doesn’t make it easier I still feel the sharp pain Since life's been taken from her
Maya Minion died 1/17/2019 at 3 years old. It hurts, she was still a baby.