OUR COTTON

Little Cotton.

We are never sure if the M on her forehead stands for "marvelous" or "monster".

 

So the other day Cotton received a special stamped telegram for the "big guy" himself, yes all the way from the Heavens above.   Since I am her dad and must monitor all her internet action and mail I opened it first.  Well imagine my surprise when he was offering her a special job of welcoming all the new kittens onto the rainbow bridge.  Playing wif them, hugging on them, batting them around, you know making them feel at home.

 

Well I discussed this telegram wif Maggie and Stella Rose and we decided that just would NOT work for us, and we threw it in the trash without telling anyone.  After all Cotton was our family and we loved her even with some of her rather annoying traits.

 

I. Forgot. About. It.

 

Then Sunday morning at 10:30 Cotton came and told me she had decided she was going to lasso that rainbow that was over our house.  I told her no, it was very dangerous, and so dangerous it had never been chosen even as a PawOlympic event.  I put my foot down.

 

 

 The next thing I knew she was swinging her rope in the air, and away it flew right on the most beautiful blue part of the rainbow.  I ran into the house to grab our mom to make her get Cotton down and when mom and I came back, running, she was gone.

SHE NEVER LISTENED TO ME!!!! 

I know that telegram had something to do with her leaving, and we three pugs and mom and dad are super sad, and mad, and sad. and MAD. and sad.

So late last night I went out to my special tree in the back yard to wait to see if Little G was coming to see me.

I waited a long time, and pretty soon I heard her whispering in my ear.  She told me that its hard for two leggers and four leggers to realize they have nothing in this world called 'control" as much as they wanted to believe they do.  That there is a much higher power with a plan for each of us, four and two legged.  And sometimes that plan breaks our hearts, and that is when we learn to trust more, and believe more and hope more.  Well for the first time ever I just wanted to shove sweet Little G right out of that tree.  She is a smart little pug though and she knew all my feelings.  So she just held my hand for the rest of the night.  And right before the sun was coming up in the morning, she handed me this paper. And then she was gone.

 

 

I will be watching you my love.

Angus Mac