I know a boy named Joey who's sweet soul came across the bridge this
week.  I cheerfully jogged up to him, gave him a salute and said,
"Hi, my names Sandee ... and your mom said to be on the look out for an
extra sweet boy.  That must be you ... you must be Joey."  He looked at
me skeptically, but then a quick look around him clued him into where he
was.  He was a bit befuddled.  But that's very normal when you've had a
rough time of it on earth and you find peace with someone in the end.
It's hard to let go and leave.
 
So I took him by the paw and tried to show him some fun.  He didn't
seem overly impressed with things like laundry mountain, or shoots and
ladders.  What took me by surprise was his love of Foamy Fry Forrest.
But not so much because he wanted to eat fries.  No, he wanted to have
sword fights with them instead.  I tell you he never got tired of bopping
ferrets on the heads as they passed by.  I refereed quite a good number
of wrestling matches.  He's pretty good!  It was so happy for me to see
him his spirit soar so high here, and become part of everything
surrounding him.  While he was wardancing into all of our hearts here,
something about him kept bothering me though.  Then I figured out what
it was.
 
When he came across the bridge, he had brought something over with him.
I saw them glistening in the sun.  They were tear drops on his fur.  His
mommies tears.  And they were sprinkled all over him like a fine glitter
in the sun.  I asked him why he hasn't groomed them off his fur yet, and
I went to lick them up a bit.  But he stopped me.  "NO!" he shouted.
"Those are my mommies, they are mine," He explained.  I told him though
that so many of them can become quite heavy.  But he assured me that his
were not too heavy.  " I want them to remain with me until mommy comes
and wipes them off herself," he announced.  He told me that those tears
will sparkle under the son, and remind him each and every minute that she
is coming to be with him again.  That's when I realized that those tears
weren't so sad.  They were just expressions of love that he brought here
with him.
 
Sandee
[Posted in FML issue 4800]