Hi. My name is Teddy. I'm from Bakersfield, CA. That's what they tell me. I forget where I'm from. The power to forget is sometimes a gift.
I'm a dog. One of the lucky ones. I got to live. I was in the clink and this really nice lady named Paula got me out. She said my picture was on Facebook and it got 653 posts! Wow! Nobody ever loved me like that before. Ever.
I can't even describe how magical Paula is. She took me to a lovely spa that cut the clusters of grease from my hair and made me smell nice. Oh boy, did I smell bad before that. I don't know how she even wanted me. I was ugly, pathetic, sick, blind.
After she made me clean, she took me to a doctor person who talked to me real sweet. It had been so long since I heard sweet words. In the big house you just hear your friends crying, and stories of the room with the needle in it. And then your friends disappear, and you hope they got out instead of getting needled. But you never know...
I was feeling extremely beautiful by this point. But the doctor person did not have good news. I had something called diabetes. And it was peaking at the 400 level. I don't know what that means, but it made my sweet Paula frown, and it's my job to keep that from happening. I have yearned my whole life for a person I could make smile. So I let her stick the pins in me to fix this thing. It hurts a little, but it makes her smile, so I go along with it.
Her dogs don't like me. It's not their fault. It's because I'm blind. My head leads the way and I'm always bumping it into things. Paula's friend, Lola, is going to make me a halo that will bump into the world before i do. It will be nice.
My thoughts are on my forever home with Lola. She lives in a place called West Hollywood, dog haven of the world! Paula tells me all about her. She wrote me a song. It's the prettiest song. Paula sings it to me all the time now. And she's telling Lola how to stick the pins in me. I guess it's a human ritual. I'm going along with it. It's my job.
Well, that's it for now. I'll keep talking to you. About my mom, Paula and my journey to my new home with Lola. About being blind. And about being unwanted. Most of all about my friends still in the stoney lonesome. It's an awful place. We hide in the corner and pray for help. The young & pretty ones have a good shot of getting out. Ones like me.. we pray for angels. There are so many of them out there. I think people are so beautiful. Their kindness looks exactly like God.
Your friend,
Teddy
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