FOR MURPHY AND STANLEY
BEFORE my brother Sammy J. Simpson went to live at the Bridge each and everyday he played tricks on me....sometimes they were funny tricks, and sometimes they were stinky brother tricks. Just like human brothers and sisters, we fighted a little and loved each other a lot. Then he left.
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"
Mom and Dad came in to see what all the commotion was about and saw us standing together on the top of Dad's foot box. What a wonderful Christmas. Of course they never saw the days that Margaret Mae dragged me around by my leg and stoled all my toys, and tried to take the apples out of my food. They were blind wif love.
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!!!!
Do you SEE him standing on top of that toy, see how tiny he is. Yes, it was Baby Gussie, otherwise known as Angus McConnell Long!!! Sammy had come through for Mom and me and brought us a baby brother, that needed us just as much as we needed him!!
He was a extra tiny little boy, and I recognized him right away cos we shared the same momma at the crappy mill. He ran over to me, and gave me a hug, and he ran over to Margaret and said, " I am here to terrorize you and play wif you!' She loved him from that day on!!
Now our family is complete and Momma has another boy to watch over. Thank you Brudder Sammer for knowing what our family needs. I know you help Gussie all the time figure out the ways of life in our home. I know you still watch over us each day.
Stella Rose Long