| CHOICES by Anne Kolaczyk on February 5, 1998, The little orange boy stopped. Behind him, kitties were playing, chasing each other and wrestling in the warm sunshine. It looked like so much fun, but in front of him, through the clear stillness of the pond's water, he could see his mommy. And she was crying. He pawed at the water, trying to get at her, and when that didn't work, he jumped into the shallow water. All that got him was wet and Mommy's image danced away in the ripples. "Mommy!" he cried. "Is something
wrong?" Dogs too- Sally and Baby and Morgan and Rocky and Belle. Even
a lizard named Clyde and some rats named Saffron and Becky and a hamster named Odo. They
all lay down near the kind lady and looked up at her, waiting. |
| "You have chosen Pleasure,"
the angel told them. But after a time the Loving Ones came back to the Angel in Charge. "Things are okay to love," they said. "But they don't care that we love them." The Angel in Charge led them over to the second window. It looked out
at all sorts of wild animals. "Here are animals to love," he said. "They
will know you love them." Some of the Loving Ones worked at zoos and wild animal
preserves, some just had bird feeders in their yards, but after a time they all came back
to the Angel in Charge. But the angel just tried to shoo them away. "Those are
Personal Empathy Trainers," he said. "But there's a problem with their system
operations." "Will they stop loving us?" someone else asked. "You will have to clean up after them and take care of
them forever."
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| The Loving Ones did not listen.
They went down to where the Pets were and picked them up, seeing the love in their own
hearts reflected in the animals' eyes. "So it is," the kind lady told the kitties.
"And so each mommy and daddy knows. When they take a baby into their heart, they know
that one day it will leave them and they will cry." "Because even a moment of your love is worth years of
pain later." She dipped her hand into the pond and let the water trickle
off her fingers. "He made them healing tears, formed from the special water here.
Each tear holds bits of all the happy times of purring and petting and shared love. And
the promise of love once again. As your mommy cries, she is healing.
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| "I would like that," the
little orange boy said and took one long look at his mommy. He saw her smile slightly
through her tears and he knew she had remembered the time he almost fell into the bathtub. "I love you, Mommy," he whispered. "It's okay if you cry." He glanced over at the others, running and playing and laughing with the butterflies. "Uh, Mommy? I gotta go play now, okay? But I'll be around, I promise." Then he turned and raced after the others. |