Be still my little angel heart! The cutest plump white boy emerged from the light at the end of the bridge today. He was so thrilled to be whole again that he hopped mightily over the bridge and then all around me. "How do you like my Willie leaps," he asked. I giggled, and then he realized "who" I was. He looked around and saw "where" he was as well. For a minute he got a serious look on his face and he began to turn. "Don't Willie," I said, "don't look back. Your mom and dad wouldn't want you to. Their coming to be with you soon, don't worry. Come on over here and show me how to do that Willie leaping thing." He smiled, tilted his head, and then he jumped around me in circles. I never could get the hang of Willie leaps. And every time he tried to show me, I began giggling because he looked so silly. I told him that his mom wanted him to meet some other furangels to keep him company. So we went to the rice beds to find a group that was snuffling through the rice in search of balls. Missie, Ben, Bear, Hannibal, and Zoomie popped their eager little heads up and I introduced them to Willie. They wanted to go to the snack bar and get acquainted, but not Willie. He saw the rice, and he took a flying leap right into it. The others sat and polished their nails in boredom until he worse himself out. Finally he told us he was ready to go to the snack bar. Good thing too because he worked up quite an appetite. He snarfed up all the yogurt bites he could find. It's hard for me to think of him in any other way, but plump, healthy, whole, and full of energy. It's hard for him too now, as it's becoming a distant memory as the good memories are squashing the bad ones. This is how he always pictured himself anyway. When he was snoozing in the clouds in a big nest with his new friends, I saw his dreams. Little dreams escaped like new born clouds that rose into the sky. Dreams of his mommy and daddy on earth. Sandee [Posted in FML issue 4891]