I try to always remember Sammy with a smile but sometimes my eyes get all wet and misty cos I miss him much. I found out even if he is not right by my side anymore he still watches over me as my brother, in good ways and stinky ways. Here is my story:
Not long after Sammy went to the bridge Mom went shopping at the magical store called Target. Its a store filled with millions of items and Mom can spend hours in there. That day she brought home this blue box called a footstool. It was for our Dad to put his feet on, since Mom and I had stolen his recliner. This box was pretty cool cos it also had a lid on it, that Mom stored my extra toys, and treats.
One night a few weeks before Christmas, I woke up to the racket coming from the family room. I knew it was not time for Santa to show up at ours house so I figured it was mean ole cat Dietzman trying to figure out how to knock down the Christmas tree yet, ONE MORE TIME. I figured there would be no harm done, if I just went back to sleep.
The racket continued though so I thought I had better check it out before Mom and Dad woke up. I followed the sound to Dad's foot stool, and there on top of it was a big red BOW. I was startled, and wondered just who was playing this trick on us. I sit there quietly and looked at the box for a long time, and then I heard a snicker, and a chuckle, and a laugh, I looked all around the room, and all I could see was the lights from our Christmas Tree. I knew that snicker anywhere though, and called out Sammy J. Simpson, just what have you done!!!
I was afraid to get to close to it, cos there were weird sounds coming from inside, but I took a deep breathe and when I OPENED THE BOX I WAS STARTLED TO FIND.......THIS!!!!
Sitting way down in the bottom of the box among all the toys, wearing a Christmas Hat! A PUG!!!!
I reached inside and brought her up out of the box. She was a little bitty tiny puppy, and there was a little note inside that said, "I will always know what you need....Your Brudder Sammy J. Simpson"
A few more months came and went. Margaret and I were still trying to work out a peaceful existence, and mostly it was Momma and I who spent our time together. We still talked a lot about Sammy J. Simpson and Sweet Trudie, and even though we loved Margaret our lives felt unbalanced.
I talked to Sammy J. in my prayers and told him I was trying hard, and so was Mom but sometimes it would be so nice just to see him again. I swear the night I said those words the stars were shining extra brightly and twinkling down just on me.
The next morning when I woke up Margaret was a barking and sniffing around Dad's foot box and I ran over to help her get her toys out of it. But I OPENED THE BOX I WAS STARTLED TO FIND.......THIS!!!!
Stella Rose Long