Haiku for Dad

The kitten found me

Our deaths were not an option

We kept each other warm

 

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Parents sent me to camp for a week. I hated it. Five mile hikes in the rain and 40 degree weather at night, my lame sleeping bag let me not sleep because of the cold then I had to drink prune juice every morning and use the loo with other girls into a chemical toilet.

My younger sister thrived on this stuff a week earlier. Now I spent my ten cents a day on two Peppermint Patties, wrote a postcard home and awaited my release.

That kitten saved both of us, and that has been a theme for many years and tears. He crawled under my crummy sleeping bag near my feet, I finally slept without freezing and we kept each other warm all night. I freaked out to find out there was a critter, and we checked it out. He was removed and probably killed.

For years I’ve worked for as a volunteer for feral cats and for shelter dogs and cats. He inspired me. The earliest memories are the purest of heart.

I think we should name him. I was just eight years old and thought the camp people were being nice. They were getting rid of vermin. He saved my life from frostbite. To this day I regret his demise.

Nathan and Mickey, I know you’re taking care of him up in the big blue sky. He inspired your unique personalities. At age eight, I did get a sense of what to do but forces were overwhelming and I didn’t have Dad to help. There were no cell phones, even land lines, there.

Paladin, “Pala to me” means character, nobility and courage. He saved my life. Cheers, Dee

 

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One response to “Haiku for Dad

  1. I thank Chani, too, my old dog that let Mickey share her bed for a year. Dogs used to run away from home to visit my and “mom Chani’s” Mick outside the window. I’d get a call early morning. Is he there? Hold on, let me look…. yep. I’ll take him inside and wait for you to drive up. Luckily our current old dog Zoe, as a pup, got used to a cat who slept outside our door and walked with us 8 times per day. We were the Brute Squad, me, Zoe, Meow Meow and a mockingbird that wanted to kill Meow Meow. Parade or brigade, Zoe is kind to humans big and small, and cats that don’t run from her. She’s a murderer, killing two mice in her life but will never get a squirrel or bunny.

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