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  • Westgold
    The Little Orange Boy (Choosing Tears) ~ Anne Kolaczyk The little orange boy stopped. Behind him, kitties were playing, chasing each other and wrestling in the
    Message 1 of 8 , Oct 24, 2009
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      The Little Orange Boy (Choosing Tears)
      ~ Anne Kolaczyk

      The little orange boy stopped. Behind him, kitties were playing, chasing
      each other and wrestling in the warm sunshine. It looked like so much fun,
      but in front of him, through the clear stillness of the pond's water, he
      could see his mommy. And she was crying.

      He pawed at the water, trying to get at her, and when that didn't work, he
      jumped into the shallow water. All that got him was wet and Mommy's image
      danced away in the ripples. "Mommy!" he cried.

      "Is something wrong?" The little orange boy turned around. A lady was
      standing at the edge of the pond, her eyes sad but filled with love. The
      little orange boy sighed and walked out of the water. "There's been a
      mistake," he said. "I'm not supposed to be here." He looked back at the
      water. It was starting to still again and his mommy's image was coming back.
      "I'm just a baby. Mommy said it had to be a mistake. She said I wasn't
      supposed to come here yet."

      The kind lady sighed and sat down on the grass. The little orange boy
      climbed into her lap. It wasn't Mommy's lap, but it was almost as good. When
      she started to pet him and scratch under his chin like he liked, he started
      to purr. He hadn't wanted to, but he couldn't help it. "I'm afraid there is
      no mistake. You are supposed to be here and your mommy knows it deep down in
      her heart," the lady said.

      The little orange boy sighed and laid his head on the lady's leg. "But she's
      so sad. It hurts me to see her cry. And daddy too."

      "But they knew right from the beginning this would happen."

      "That I was sick?" That surprised the little orange boy. No one had ever
      said anything and he had listened when they thought he was sleeping. All he
      had heard them talk about was how cute he was or how fast he was or how big
      he was getting.

      "No, not that you were sick," the lady said. "But you see, they chose
      tears."

      "No, they didn't," the little orange boy argued. "Who would choose to cry?"

      The lady gently brushed the top of his head with a kiss. It made him feel
      safe and loved and warm -- but he still cried about his mommy.

      "Let me tell you a story," the lady said.

      The little orange boy looked up and saw other animals gathering around.
      Cats--Big Boy and Snowball and Shamus and Abby and little Cleo and Robin.
      Merlin and Toby and Iggy and Zachary. Sweetie and Kamatte and Obie. Dogs
      too--Sally and Baby and Morgan and Rocky and Belle. Even a
      lizard named Clyde and some rats named Saffron and Becky and a hamster named
      Odo. They all lay down near the kind lady and looked up at her, waiting. She
      smiled at them and began:


      ******************************************
      A long long time ago, the Loving Ones went to the Angel in Charge. They were
      lonesome and asked the angel to help them. The angel took them to a wall of
      windows and let them look out the first window at all sorts of things--dolls
      and stuffed animals and cars and toys and sporting events.

      "Here are things you can love," the angel said. "They will keep you from
      being lonesome."

      "Oh, thank you," the Loving Ones said. "These are just what we need."

      "You have chosen Pleasure," the angel told them.

      But after a time the Loving Ones came back to the Angel in Charge.

      "Things are okay to love," they said. "But they don't care that we love
      them."

      The Angel in Charge led them over to the second window. It looked out at all
      sorts of wild animals. "Here are animals to love," he said. "They will know
      you love them."

      So the Loving Ones hurried out to care for the wild animals. "You have
      chosen Satisfaction," the angel said.

      Some of the Loving Ones worked at zoos and wild animal preserves, some just
      had bird feeders in their yards, but after a time they all came back to the
      Angel-in-Charge. "They know we love them," they told the angel.

      "But they don't love us back. We want to be loved in return."

      So the angel took them to the third window and showed them lots of people
      walking around, hurrying places. "Here are people for you to love," the
      angel told them.

      So the Loving Ones hurried off to find other people to love. "You have
      chosen Commitment," the angel said.

      But after a time a lot of Loving Ones came back to the Angel in Charge.
      "People were okay to love," they said. "But sometimes they stopped loving us
      and left. They broke our hearts."

      The angel just shook his head. "I cannot help you," he said. "You will have
      to be satisfied with the choices I gave you."

      As the Loving Ones were leaving, someone saw a window off to one side and
      hurried to look out. Through it, they could see puppies and kittens and dogs
      and cats and lizards and hamsters and ferrets. The other Loving Ones hurried
      over. "What about these?" they asked.

      But the angel just tried to shoo them away. "Those are Personal Empathy
      Trainers," he said. "But there's a problem with their system operations."

      "Would they know that we love them?" someone asked.

      "Yes," the angel said.

      "Would they love us back?" another asked.

      "Yes," the angel said.

      "Will they stop loving us?" someone else asked.

      "No," the angel admitted. "They will love you forever."

      "Then these are what we want," the Loving Ones said.

      But the angel was very upset. "You don't understand," he told them. "You
      will have to feed these animals."

      "That's all right," the Loving Ones said.

      "You will have to clean up after them and take care of them forever."

      "We don't care."

      The Loving Ones did not listen. They went down to where the Pets were and
      picked them up, seeing the love in their own hearts reflected in the
      animals' eyes.

      "They were not programmed right," the angel said. "We can't offer a
      warranty. We don't know how durable they are. Some of their systems
      malfunction very quickly, others last a long time."

      But the Loving Ones did not care. They were holding the warm little bodies
      and finding their hearts so filled with love that they thought they would
      burst. "We will take our chances," they said.

      "You do not understand." The angel tried one more time. "They are so
      dependent on you that even the most well-made of them is not designed to
      outlive you. You are destined to suffer their loss."

      The Loving Ones looked at the sweetness in their arms and nodded. "That is
      how it should be. It is a fair trade for the love they offer."

      The angel just watched them all go, shaking his head. "You have chosen
      Tears," he whispered.


      ******************************************

      "So it is," the kind lady told the kitties. "And so each mommy and daddy
      knows. When they take a baby into their heart, they know that one day it
      will leave them and they will cry."

      The little orange boy sat up. "So why do they take us in?" he asked.

      "Because even a moment of your love is worth years of pain later."

      "Oh." The little orange boy got off the lady's lap and went back to the edge
      of the pond. His mommy was still there, and still crying. "Will she ever
      stop crying?" he asked the kind lady.

      She nodded. "You see, the Angel felt sorry for the Loving Ones, knowing how
      much they would suffer. He couldn't take the tears away but he made them
      special."

      She dipped her hand into the pond and let the water trickle off her fingers.
      "He made them healing tears, formed from the special water here. Each tear
      holds bits of all the happy times of purring and petting and shared love.
      And the promise of love once again. As your mommy cries, she is healing.

      "It may take a long while, but the tears will help her feel better. In time
      she will be less sad and she will smile when she thinks of you. And then she
      will open her heart again to another little baby."

      "But then she will cry again one day," the little orange boy said.

      The lady just smiled at him as she got to her feet. "No, she will love
      again. That is all she will think about." She picked up Big Boy and Snowball
      and gave them hugs, then scratched Morgan's ear just how she liked.

      "Look," she said. "The butterflies have come. Shall we go over to play?" The
      other animals all ran ahead, but the little orange boy wasn't ready to leave
      his mommy. "Will I ever get to be with her again?"

      The kind lady nodded.

      "You'll be in the eyes of every kitty she looks at. You'll be in the purr of
      every cat she pets. And late at night, when she's fast asleep, your spirit
      will snuggle up close to her and you both will feel at peace. One day soon,
      you can even send her a rainbow to tell her you're safe and waiting here for
      when it's her turn to come."

      "I would like that," the little orange boy said and took one long look at
      his mommy. He saw her smile slightly through her tears and he knew she had
      remembered the time he almost fell into the bathtub.

      "I love you, Mommy," he whispered. "It's okay if you cry." He glanced over
      at the others, running and playing and laughing with the butterflies.

      "Uh, Mommy? I gotta go play now, okay? But I'll be around, I promise."

      Then he turned and raced after the others.
    • Westgold
      The Little Orange Boy (Choosing Tears) ~ Anne Kolaczyk The little orange boy stopped. Behind him, kitties were playing, chasing each other and wrestling in the
      Message 2 of 8 , Jan 2, 2010
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        The Little Orange Boy (Choosing Tears)
        ~ Anne Kolaczyk

        The little orange boy stopped. Behind him, kitties were playing, chasing
        each other and wrestling in the warm sunshine. It looked like so much fun,
        but in front of him, through the clear stillness of the pond's water, he
        could see his mommy. And she was crying.

        He pawed at the water, trying to get at her, and when that didn't work, he
        jumped into the shallow water. All that got him was wet and Mommy's image
        danced away in the ripples. "Mommy!" he cried.

        "Is something wrong?" The little orange boy turned around. A lady was
        standing at the edge of the pond, her eyes sad but filled with love. The
        little orange boy sighed and walked out of the water. "There's been a
        mistake," he said. "I'm not supposed to be here." He looked back at the
        water. It was starting to still again and his mommy's image was coming back.
        "I'm just a baby. Mommy said it had to be a mistake. She said I wasn't
        supposed to come here yet."

        The kind lady sighed and sat down on the grass. The little orange boy
        climbed into her lap. It wasn't Mommy's lap, but it was almost as good. When
        she started to pet him and scratch under his chin like he liked, he started
        to purr. He hadn't wanted to, but he couldn't help it. "I'm afraid there is
        no mistake. You are supposed to be here and your mommy knows it deep down in
        her heart," the lady said.

        The little orange boy sighed and laid his head on the lady's leg. "But she's
        so sad. It hurts me to see her cry. And daddy too."

        "But they knew right from the beginning this would happen."

        "That I was sick?" That surprised the little orange boy. No one had ever
        said anything and he had listened when they thought he was sleeping. All he
        had heard them talk about was how cute he was or how fast he was or how big
        he was getting.

        "No, not that you were sick," the lady said. "But you see, they chose
        tears."

        "No, they didn't," the little orange boy argued. "Who would choose to cry?"

        The lady gently brushed the top of his head with a kiss. It made him feel
        safe and loved and warm -- but he still cried about his mommy.

        "Let me tell you a story," the lady said.

        The little orange boy looked up and saw other animals gathering around.
        Cats--Big Boy and Snowball and Shamus and Abby and little Cleo and Robin.
        Merlin and Toby and Iggy and Zachary. Sweetie and Kamatte and Obie. Dogs
        too--Sally and Baby and Morgan and Rocky and Belle. Even a
        lizard named Clyde and some rats named Saffron and Becky and a hamster named
        Odo. They all lay down near the kind lady and looked up at her, waiting. She
        smiled at them and began:

        ******************************************
        A long long time ago, the Loving Ones went to the Angel in Charge. They were
        lonesome and asked the angel to help them. The angel took them to a wall of
        windows and let them look out the first window at all sorts of things--dolls
        and stuffed animals and cars and toys and sporting events.

        "Here are things you can love," the angel said. "They will keep you from
        being lonesome."

        "Oh, thank you," the Loving Ones said. "These are just what we need."

        "You have chosen Pleasure," the angel told them.

        But after a time the Loving Ones came back to the Angel in Charge.

        "Things are okay to love," they said. "But they don't care that we love
        them."

        The Angel in Charge led them over to the second window. It looked out at all
        sorts of wild animals. "Here are animals to love," he said. "They will know
        you love them."

        So the Loving Ones hurried out to care for the wild animals. "You have
        chosen Satisfaction," the angel said.

        Some of the Loving Ones worked at zoos and wild animal preserves, some just
        had bird feeders in their yards, but after a time they all came back to the
        Angel-in-Charge. "They know we love them," they told the angel.

        "But they don't love us back. We want to be loved in return."

        So the angel took them to the third window and showed them lots of people
        walking around, hurrying places. "Here are people for you to love," the
        angel told them.

        So the Loving Ones hurried off to find other people to love. "You have
        chosen Commitment," the angel said.

        But after a time a lot of Loving Ones came back to the Angel in Charge.
        "People were okay to love," they said. "But sometimes they stopped loving us
        and left. They broke our hearts."

        The angel just shook his head. "I cannot help you," he said. "You will have
        to be satisfied with the choices I gave you."

        As the Loving Ones were leaving, someone saw a window off to one side and
        hurried to look out. Through it, they could see puppies and kittens and dogs
        and cats and lizards and hamsters and ferrets. The other Loving Ones hurried
        over. "What about these?" they asked.

        But the angel just tried to shoo them away. "Those are Personal Empathy
        Trainers," he said. "But there's a problem with their system operations."

        "Would they know that we love them?" someone asked.

        "Yes," the angel said.

        "Would they love us back?" another asked.

        "Yes," the angel said.

        "Will they stop loving us?" someone else asked.

        "No," the angel admitted. "They will love you forever."

        "Then these are what we want," the Loving Ones said.

        But the angel was very upset. "You don't understand," he told them. "You
        will have to feed these animals."

        "That's all right," the Loving Ones said.

        "You will have to clean up after them and take care of them forever."

        "We don't care."

        The Loving Ones did not listen. They went down to where the Pets were and
        picked them up, seeing the love in their own hearts reflected in the
        animals' eyes.

        "They were not programmed right," the angel said. "We can't offer a
        warranty. We don't know how durable they are. Some of their systems
        malfunction very quickly, others last a long time."

        But the Loving Ones did not care. They were holding the warm little bodies
        and finding their hearts so filled with love that they thought they would
        burst. "We will take our chances," they said.

        "You do not understand." The angel tried one more time. "They are so
        dependent on you that even the most well-made of them is not designed to
        outlive you. You are destined to suffer their loss."

        The Loving Ones looked at the sweetness in their arms and nodded. "That is
        how it should be. It is a fair trade for the love they offer."

        The angel just watched them all go, shaking his head. "You have chosen
        Tears," he whispered.

        ******************************************

        "So it is," the kind lady told the kitties. "And so each mommy and daddy
        knows. When they take a baby into their heart, they know that one day it
        will leave them and they will cry."

        The little orange boy sat up. "So why do they take us in?" he asked.

        "Because even a moment of your love is worth years of pain later."

        "Oh." The little orange boy got off the lady's lap and went back to the edge
        of the pond. His mommy was still there, and still crying. "Will she ever
        stop crying?" he asked the kind lady.

        She nodded. "You see, the Angel felt sorry for the Loving Ones, knowing how
        much they would suffer. He couldn't take the tears away but he made them
        special."

        She dipped her hand into the pond and let the water trickle off her fingers.
        "He made them healing tears, formed from the special water here. Each tear
        holds bits of all the happy times of purring and petting and shared love.
        And the promise of love once again. As your mommy cries, she is healing.

        "It may take a long while, but the tears will help her feel better. In time
        she will be less sad and she will smile when she thinks of you. And then she
        will open her heart again to another little baby."

        "But then she will cry again one day," the little orange boy said.

        The lady just smiled at him as she got to her feet. "No, she will love
        again. That is all she will think about." She picked up Big Boy and Snowball
        and gave them hugs, then scratched Morgan's ear just how she liked.

        "Look," she said. "The butterflies have come. Shall we go over to play?" The
        other animals all ran ahead, but the little orange boy wasn't ready to leave
        his mommy. "Will I ever get to be with her again?"

        The kind lady nodded.

        "You'll be in the eyes of every kitty she looks at. You'll be in the purr of
        every cat she pets. And late at night, when she's fast asleep, your spirit
        will snuggle up close to her and you both will feel at peace. One day soon,
        you can even send her a rainbow to tell her you're safe and waiting here for
        when it's her turn to come."

        "I would like that," the little orange boy said and took one long look at
        his mommy. He saw her smile slightly through her tears and he knew she had
        remembered the time he almost fell into the bathtub.

        "I love you, Mommy," he whispered. "It's okay if you cry." He glanced over
        at the others, running and playing and laughing with the butterflies.

        "Uh, Mommy? I gotta go play now, okay? But I'll be around, I promise."

        Then he turned and raced after the others.
      • Westgold
        The Little Orange Boy (Choosing Tears) ~ Anne Kolaczyk The little orange boy stopped. Behind him, kitties were playing, chasing each other and wrestling in the
        Message 3 of 8 , Oct 15, 2010
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          The Little Orange Boy (Choosing Tears)
          ~ Anne Kolaczyk

          The little orange boy stopped. Behind him, kitties were playing, chasing
          each other and wrestling in the warm sunshine. It looked like so much fun,
          but in front of him, through the clear stillness of the pond's water, he
          could see his mommy. And she was crying.

          He pawed at the water, trying to get at her, and when that didn't work, he
          jumped into the shallow water. All that got him was wet and Mommy's image
          danced away in the ripples. "Mommy!" he cried.

          "Is something wrong?" The little orange boy turned around. A lady was
          standing at the edge of the pond, her eyes sad but filled with love. The
          little orange boy sighed and walked out of the water. "There's been a
          mistake," he said. "I'm not supposed to be here." He looked back at the
          water. It was starting to still again and his mommy's image was coming back.
          "I'm just a baby. Mommy said it had to be a mistake. She said I wasn't
          supposed to come here yet."

          The kind lady sighed and sat down on the grass. The little orange boy
          climbed into her lap. It wasn't Mommy's lap, but it was almost as good. When
          she started to pet him and scratch under his chin like he liked, he started
          to purr. He hadn't wanted to, but he couldn't help it. "I'm afraid there is
          no mistake. You are supposed to be here and your mommy knows it deep down in
          her heart," the lady said.

          The little orange boy sighed and laid his head on the lady's leg. "But she's
          so sad. It hurts me to see her cry. And daddy too."

          "But they knew right from the beginning this would happen."

          "That I was sick?" That surprised the little orange boy. No one had ever
          said anything and he had listened when they thought he was sleeping. All he
          had heard them talk about was how cute he was or how fast he was or how big
          he was getting.

          "No, not that you were sick," the lady said. "But you see, they chose
          tears."

          "No, they didn't," the little orange boy argued. "Who would choose to cry?"

          The lady gently brushed the top of his head with a kiss. It made him feel
          safe and loved and warm -- but he still cried about his mommy.

          "Let me tell you a story," the lady said.

          The little orange boy looked up and saw other animals gathering around.
          Cats--Big Boy and Snowball and Shamus and Abby and little Cleo and Robin.
          Merlin and Toby and Iggy and Zachary. Sweetie and Kamatte and Obie. Dogs
          too--Sally and Baby and Morgan and Rocky and Belle. Even a
          lizard named Clyde and some rats named Saffron and Becky and a hamster named
          Odo. They all lay down near the kind lady and looked up at her, waiting. She
          smiled at them and began:

          ******************************************
          A long long time ago, the Loving Ones went to the Angel in Charge. They were
          lonesome and asked the angel to help them. The angel took them to a wall of
          windows and let them look out the first window at all sorts of things--dolls
          and stuffed animals and cars and toys and sporting events.

          "Here are things you can love," the angel said. "They will keep you from
          being lonesome."

          "Oh, thank you," the Loving Ones said. "These are just what we need."

          "You have chosen Pleasure," the angel told them.

          But after a time the Loving Ones came back to the Angel in Charge.

          "Things are okay to love," they said. "But they don't care that we love
          them."

          The Angel in Charge led them over to the second window. It looked out at all
          sorts of wild animals. "Here are animals to love," he said. "They will know
          you love them."

          So the Loving Ones hurried out to care for the wild animals. "You have
          chosen Satisfaction," the angel said.

          Some of the Loving Ones worked at zoos and wild animal preserves, some just
          had bird feeders in their yards, but after a time they all came back to the
          Angel-in-Charge. "They know we love them," they told the angel.

          "But they don't love us back. We want to be loved in return."

          So the angel took them to the third window and showed them lots of people
          walking around, hurrying places. "Here are people for you to love," the
          angel told them.

          So the Loving Ones hurried off to find other people to love. "You have
          chosen Commitment," the angel said.

          But after a time a lot of Loving Ones came back to the Angel in Charge.
          "People were okay to love," they said. "But sometimes they stopped loving us
          and left. They broke our hearts."

          The angel just shook his head. "I cannot help you," he said. "You will have
          to be satisfied with the choices I gave you."

          As the Loving Ones were leaving, someone saw a window off to one side and
          hurried to look out. Through it, they could see puppies and kittens and dogs
          and cats and lizards and hamsters and ferrets. The other Loving Ones hurried
          over. "What about these?" they asked.

          But the angel just tried to shoo them away. "Those are Personal Empathy
          Trainers," he said. "But there's a problem with their system operations."

          "Would they know that we love them?" someone asked.

          "Yes," the angel said.

          "Would they love us back?" another asked.

          "Yes," the angel said.

          "Will they stop loving us?" someone else asked.

          "No," the angel admitted. "They will love you forever."

          "Then these are what we want," the Loving Ones said.

          But the angel was very upset. "You don't understand," he told them. "You
          will have to feed these animals."

          "That's all right," the Loving Ones said.

          "You will have to clean up after them and take care of them forever."

          "We don't care."

          The Loving Ones did not listen. They went down to where the Pets were and
          picked them up, seeing the love in their own hearts reflected in the
          animals' eyes.

          "They were not programmed right," the angel said. "We can't offer a
          warranty. We don't know how durable they are. Some of their systems
          malfunction very quickly, others last a long time."

          But the Loving Ones did not care. They were holding the warm little bodies
          and finding their hearts so filled with love that they thought they would
          burst. "We will take our chances," they said.

          "You do not understand." The angel tried one more time. "They are so
          dependent on you that even the most well-made of them is not designed to
          outlive you. You are destined to suffer their loss."

          The Loving Ones looked at the sweetness in their arms and nodded. "That is
          how it should be. It is a fair trade for the love they offer."

          The angel just watched them all go, shaking his head. "You have chosen
          Tears," he whispered.

          ******************************************

          "So it is," the kind lady told the kitties. "And so each mommy and daddy
          knows. When they take a baby into their heart, they know that one day it
          will leave them and they will cry."

          The little orange boy sat up. "So why do they take us in?" he asked.

          "Because even a moment of your love is worth years of pain later."

          "Oh." The little orange boy got off the lady's lap and went back to the edge
          of the pond. His mommy was still there, and still crying. "Will she ever
          stop crying?" he asked the kind lady.

          She nodded. "You see, the Angel felt sorry for the Loving Ones, knowing how
          much they would suffer. He couldn't take the tears away but he made them
          special."

          She dipped her hand into the pond and let the water trickle off her fingers.
          "He made them healing tears, formed from the special water here. Each tear
          holds bits of all the happy times of purring and petting and shared love.
          And the promise of love once again. As your mommy cries, she is healing.

          "It may take a long while, but the tears will help her feel better. In time
          she will be less sad and she will smile when she thinks of you. And then she
          will open her heart again to another little baby."

          "But then she will cry again one day," the little orange boy said.

          The lady just smiled at him as she got to her feet. "No, she will love
          again. That is all she will think about." She picked up Big Boy and Snowball
          and gave them hugs, then scratched Morgan's ear just how she liked.

          "Look," she said. "The butterflies have come. Shall we go over to play?" The
          other animals all ran ahead, but the little orange boy wasn't ready to leave
          his mommy. "Will I ever get to be with her again?"

          The kind lady nodded.

          "You'll be in the eyes of every kitty she looks at. You'll be in the purr of
          every cat she pets. And late at night, when she's fast asleep, your spirit
          will snuggle up close to her and you both will feel at peace. One day soon,
          you can even send her a rainbow to tell her you're safe and waiting here for
          when it's her turn to come."

          "I would like that," the little orange boy said and took one long look at
          his mommy. He saw her smile slightly through her tears and he knew she had
          remembered the time he almost fell into the bathtub.

          "I love you, Mommy," he whispered. "It's okay if you cry." He glanced over
          at the others, running and playing and laughing with the butterflies.

          "Uh, Mommy? I gotta go play now, okay? But I'll be around, I promise."

          Then he turned and raced after the others.
        • D
          I absolutely love this story!! Thank you for posting this and sharing, and for thinking of all those whose cats have passed, and my dear Nubis. He was only
          Message 4 of 8 , Oct 15, 2010
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            I absolutely love this story!! Thank you for posting this and sharing, and for thinking of all those whose cats have passed, and my dear Nubis. He was only 5, but I love this story because it reminds us even though we know we will suffer their loss, we do it because their love is worth it. And love never dies...


            "They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it. Death cannot kill what never dies."
            -William Penn

            "When you are sorrowful look again in your heart,
            and you shall see that in truth you are weeping
            for that which has been your delight."
            -Kahil Gibran



            --- In feline-heart@yahoogroups.com, "Westgold" <westgold@...> wrote:
            >
            >
            >
            >
            > The Little Orange Boy (Choosing Tears)
            > ~ Anne Kolaczyk
            >
            > The little orange boy stopped. Behind him, kitties were playing, chasing
            > each other and wrestling in the warm sunshine. It looked like so much fun,
            > but in front of him, through the clear stillness of the pond's water, he
            > could see his mommy. And she was crying.
            >
            > He pawed at the water, trying to get at her, and when that didn't work, he
            > jumped into the shallow water. All that got him was wet and Mommy's image
            > danced away in the ripples. "Mommy!" he cried.
            >
            > "Is something wrong?" The little orange boy turned around. A lady was
            > standing at the edge of the pond, her eyes sad but filled with love. The
            > little orange boy sighed and walked out of the water. "There's been a
            > mistake," he said. "I'm not supposed to be here." He looked back at the
            > water. It was starting to still again and his mommy's image was coming back.
            > "I'm just a baby. Mommy said it had to be a mistake. She said I wasn't
            > supposed to come here yet."
            >
            > The kind lady sighed and sat down on the grass. The little orange boy
            > climbed into her lap. It wasn't Mommy's lap, but it was almost as good. When
            > she started to pet him and scratch under his chin like he liked, he started
            > to purr. He hadn't wanted to, but he couldn't help it. "I'm afraid there is
            > no mistake. You are supposed to be here and your mommy knows it deep down in
            > her heart," the lady said.
            >
            > The little orange boy sighed and laid his head on the lady's leg. "But she's
            > so sad. It hurts me to see her cry. And daddy too."
            >
            > "But they knew right from the beginning this would happen."
            >
            > "That I was sick?" That surprised the little orange boy. No one had ever
            > said anything and he had listened when they thought he was sleeping. All he
            > had heard them talk about was how cute he was or how fast he was or how big
            > he was getting.
            >
            > "No, not that you were sick," the lady said. "But you see, they chose
            > tears."
            >
            > "No, they didn't," the little orange boy argued. "Who would choose to cry?"
            >
            > The lady gently brushed the top of his head with a kiss. It made him feel
            > safe and loved and warm -- but he still cried about his mommy.
            >
            > "Let me tell you a story," the lady said.
            >
            > The little orange boy looked up and saw other animals gathering around.
            > Cats--Big Boy and Snowball and Shamus and Abby and little Cleo and Robin.
            > Merlin and Toby and Iggy and Zachary. Sweetie and Kamatte and Obie. Dogs
            > too--Sally and Baby and Morgan and Rocky and Belle. Even a
            > lizard named Clyde and some rats named Saffron and Becky and a hamster named
            > Odo. They all lay down near the kind lady and looked up at her, waiting. She
            > smiled at them and began:
            >
            > ******************************************
            > A long long time ago, the Loving Ones went to the Angel in Charge. They were
            > lonesome and asked the angel to help them. The angel took them to a wall of
            > windows and let them look out the first window at all sorts of things--dolls
            > and stuffed animals and cars and toys and sporting events.
            >
            > "Here are things you can love," the angel said. "They will keep you from
            > being lonesome."
            >
            > "Oh, thank you," the Loving Ones said. "These are just what we need."
            >
            > "You have chosen Pleasure," the angel told them.
            >
            > But after a time the Loving Ones came back to the Angel in Charge.
            >
            > "Things are okay to love," they said. "But they don't care that we love
            > them."
            >
            > The Angel in Charge led them over to the second window. It looked out at all
            > sorts of wild animals. "Here are animals to love," he said. "They will know
            > you love them."
            >
            > So the Loving Ones hurried out to care for the wild animals. "You have
            > chosen Satisfaction," the angel said.
            >
            > Some of the Loving Ones worked at zoos and wild animal preserves, some just
            > had bird feeders in their yards, but after a time they all came back to the
            > Angel-in-Charge. "They know we love them," they told the angel.
            >
            > "But they don't love us back. We want to be loved in return."
            >
            > So the angel took them to the third window and showed them lots of people
            > walking around, hurrying places. "Here are people for you to love," the
            > angel told them.
            >
            > So the Loving Ones hurried off to find other people to love. "You have
            > chosen Commitment," the angel said.
            >
            > But after a time a lot of Loving Ones came back to the Angel in Charge.
            > "People were okay to love," they said. "But sometimes they stopped loving us
            > and left. They broke our hearts."
            >
            > The angel just shook his head. "I cannot help you," he said. "You will have
            > to be satisfied with the choices I gave you."
            >
            > As the Loving Ones were leaving, someone saw a window off to one side and
            > hurried to look out. Through it, they could see puppies and kittens and dogs
            > and cats and lizards and hamsters and ferrets. The other Loving Ones hurried
            > over. "What about these?" they asked.
            >
            > But the angel just tried to shoo them away. "Those are Personal Empathy
            > Trainers," he said. "But there's a problem with their system operations."
            >
            > "Would they know that we love them?" someone asked.
            >
            > "Yes," the angel said.
            >
            > "Would they love us back?" another asked.
            >
            > "Yes," the angel said.
            >
            > "Will they stop loving us?" someone else asked.
            >
            > "No," the angel admitted. "They will love you forever."
            >
            > "Then these are what we want," the Loving Ones said.
            >
            > But the angel was very upset. "You don't understand," he told them. "You
            > will have to feed these animals."
            >
            > "That's all right," the Loving Ones said.
            >
            > "You will have to clean up after them and take care of them forever."
            >
            > "We don't care."
            >
            > The Loving Ones did not listen. They went down to where the Pets were and
            > picked them up, seeing the love in their own hearts reflected in the
            > animals' eyes.
            >
            > "They were not programmed right," the angel said. "We can't offer a
            > warranty. We don't know how durable they are. Some of their systems
            > malfunction very quickly, others last a long time."
            >
            > But the Loving Ones did not care. They were holding the warm little bodies
            > and finding their hearts so filled with love that they thought they would
            > burst. "We will take our chances," they said.
            >
            > "You do not understand." The angel tried one more time. "They are so
            > dependent on you that even the most well-made of them is not designed to
            > outlive you. You are destined to suffer their loss."
            >
            > The Loving Ones looked at the sweetness in their arms and nodded. "That is
            > how it should be. It is a fair trade for the love they offer."
            >
            > The angel just watched them all go, shaking his head. "You have chosen
            > Tears," he whispered.
            >
            > ******************************************
            >
            > "So it is," the kind lady told the kitties. "And so each mommy and daddy
            > knows. When they take a baby into their heart, they know that one day it
            > will leave them and they will cry."
            >
            > The little orange boy sat up. "So why do they take us in?" he asked.
            >
            > "Because even a moment of your love is worth years of pain later."
            >
            > "Oh." The little orange boy got off the lady's lap and went back to the edge
            > of the pond. His mommy was still there, and still crying. "Will she ever
            > stop crying?" he asked the kind lady.
            >
            > She nodded. "You see, the Angel felt sorry for the Loving Ones, knowing how
            > much they would suffer. He couldn't take the tears away but he made them
            > special."
            >
            > She dipped her hand into the pond and let the water trickle off her fingers.
            > "He made them healing tears, formed from the special water here. Each tear
            > holds bits of all the happy times of purring and petting and shared love.
            > And the promise of love once again. As your mommy cries, she is healing.
            >
            > "It may take a long while, but the tears will help her feel better. In time
            > she will be less sad and she will smile when she thinks of you. And then she
            > will open her heart again to another little baby."
            >
            > "But then she will cry again one day," the little orange boy said.
            >
            > The lady just smiled at him as she got to her feet. "No, she will love
            > again. That is all she will think about." She picked up Big Boy and Snowball
            > and gave them hugs, then scratched Morgan's ear just how she liked.
            >
            > "Look," she said. "The butterflies have come. Shall we go over to play?" The
            > other animals all ran ahead, but the little orange boy wasn't ready to leave
            > his mommy. "Will I ever get to be with her again?"
            >
            > The kind lady nodded.
            >
            > "You'll be in the eyes of every kitty she looks at. You'll be in the purr of
            > every cat she pets. And late at night, when she's fast asleep, your spirit
            > will snuggle up close to her and you both will feel at peace. One day soon,
            > you can even send her a rainbow to tell her you're safe and waiting here for
            > when it's her turn to come."
            >
            > "I would like that," the little orange boy said and took one long look at
            > his mommy. He saw her smile slightly through her tears and he knew she had
            > remembered the time he almost fell into the bathtub.
            >
            > "I love you, Mommy," he whispered. "It's okay if you cry." He glanced over
            > at the others, running and playing and laughing with the butterflies.
            >
            > "Uh, Mommy? I gotta go play now, okay? But I'll be around, I promise."
            >
            > Then he turned and raced after the others.
            >
          • Westgold
            The Little Orange Boy (Choosing Tears) ~ Anne Kolaczyk The little orange boy stopped. Behind him, kitties were playing, chasing each other and wrestling in the
            Message 5 of 8 , Jul 22, 2011
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              The Little Orange Boy (Choosing Tears)
              ~ Anne Kolaczyk

              The little orange boy stopped. Behind him, kitties were playing, chasing
              each other and wrestling in the warm sunshine. It looked like so much fun,
              but in front of him, through the clear stillness of the pond's water, he
              could see his mommy. And she was crying.

              He pawed at the water, trying to get at her, and when that didn't work, he
              jumped into the shallow water. All that got him was wet and Mommy's image
              danced away in the ripples. "Mommy!" he cried.

              "Is something wrong?" The little orange boy turned around. A lady was
              standing at the edge of the pond, her eyes sad but filled with love. The
              little orange boy sighed and walked out of the water. "There's been a
              mistake," he said. "I'm not supposed to be here." He looked back at the
              water. It was starting to still again and his mommy's image was coming back.
              "I'm just a baby. Mommy said it had to be a mistake. She said I wasn't
              supposed to come here yet."

              The kind lady sighed and sat down on the grass. The little orange boy
              climbed into her lap. It wasn't Mommy's lap, but it was almost as good. When
              she started to pet him and scratch under his chin like he liked, he started
              to purr. He hadn't wanted to, but he couldn't help it. "I'm afraid there is
              no mistake. You are supposed to be here and your mommy knows it deep down in
              her heart," the lady said.

              The little orange boy sighed and laid his head on the lady's leg. "But she's
              so sad. It hurts me to see her cry. And daddy too."

              "But they knew right from the beginning this would happen."

              "That I was sick?" That surprised the little orange boy. No one had ever
              said anything and he had listened when they thought he was sleeping. All he
              had heard them talk about was how cute he was or how fast he was or how big
              he was getting.

              "No, not that you were sick," the lady said. "But you see, they chose
              tears."

              "No, they didn't," the little orange boy argued. "Who would choose to cry?"

              The lady gently brushed the top of his head with a kiss. It made him feel
              safe and loved and warm -- but he still cried about his mommy.

              "Let me tell you a story," the lady said.

              The little orange boy looked up and saw other animals gathering around.
              Cats--Big Boy and Snowball and Shamus and Abby and little Cleo and Robin.
              Merlin and Toby and Iggy and Zachary. Sweetie and Kamatte and Obie. Dogs
              too--Sally and Baby and Morgan and Rocky and Belle. Even a
              lizard named Clyde and some rats named Saffron and Becky and a hamster named
              Odo. They all lay down near the kind lady and looked up at her, waiting. She
              smiled at them and began:

              ******************************************
              A long long time ago, the Loving Ones went to the Angel in Charge. They were
              lonesome and asked the angel to help them. The angel took them to a wall of
              windows and let them look out the first window at all sorts of things--dolls
              and stuffed animals and cars and toys and sporting events.

              "Here are things you can love," the angel said. "They will keep you from
              being lonesome."

              "Oh, thank you," the Loving Ones said. "These are just what we need."

              "You have chosen Pleasure," the angel told them.

              But after a time the Loving Ones came back to the Angel in Charge.

              "Things are okay to love," they said. "But they don't care that we love
              them."

              The Angel in Charge led them over to the second window. It looked out at all
              sorts of wild animals. "Here are animals to love," he said. "They will know
              you love them."

              So the Loving Ones hurried out to care for the wild animals. "You have
              chosen Satisfaction," the angel said.

              Some of the Loving Ones worked at zoos and wild animal preserves, some just
              had bird feeders in their yards, but after a time they all came back to the
              Angel-in-Charge. "They know we love them," they told the angel.

              "But they don't love us back. We want to be loved in return."

              So the angel took them to the third window and showed them lots of people
              walking around, hurrying places. "Here are people for you to love," the
              angel told them.

              So the Loving Ones hurried off to find other people to love. "You have
              chosen Commitment," the angel said.

              But after a time a lot of Loving Ones came back to the Angel in Charge.
              "People were okay to love," they said. "But sometimes they stopped loving us
              and left. They broke our hearts."

              The angel just shook his head. "I cannot help you," he said. "You will have
              to be satisfied with the choices I gave you."

              As the Loving Ones were leaving, someone saw a window off to one side and
              hurried to look out. Through it, they could see puppies and kittens and dogs
              and cats and lizards and hamsters and ferrets. The other Loving Ones hurried
              over. "What about these?" they asked.

              But the angel just tried to shoo them away. "Those are Personal Empathy
              Trainers," he said. "But there's a problem with their system operations."

              "Would they know that we love them?" someone asked.

              "Yes," the angel said.

              "Would they love us back?" another asked.

              "Yes," the angel said.

              "Will they stop loving us?" someone else asked.

              "No," the angel admitted. "They will love you forever."

              "Then these are what we want," the Loving Ones said.

              But the angel was very upset. "You don't understand," he told them. "You
              will have to feed these animals."

              "That's all right," the Loving Ones said.

              "You will have to clean up after them and take care of them forever."

              "We don't care."

              The Loving Ones did not listen. They went down to where the Pets were and
              picked them up, seeing the love in their own hearts reflected in the
              animals' eyes.

              "They were not programmed right," the angel said. "We can't offer a
              warranty. We don't know how durable they are. Some of their systems
              malfunction very quickly, others last a long time."

              But the Loving Ones did not care. They were holding the warm little bodies
              and finding their hearts so filled with love that they thought they would
              burst. "We will take our chances," they said.

              "You do not understand." The angel tried one more time. "They are so
              dependent on you that even the most well-made of them is not designed to
              outlive you. You are destined to suffer their loss."

              The Loving Ones looked at the sweetness in their arms and nodded. "That is
              how it should be. It is a fair trade for the love they offer."

              The angel just watched them all go, shaking his head. "You have chosen
              Tears," he whispered.

              ******************************************

              "So it is," the kind lady told the kitties. "And so each mommy and daddy
              knows. When they take a baby into their heart, they know that one day it
              will leave them and they will cry."

              The little orange boy sat up. "So why do they take us in?" he asked.

              "Because even a moment of your love is worth years of pain later."

              "Oh." The little orange boy got off the lady's lap and went back to the edge
              of the pond. His mommy was still there, and still crying. "Will she ever
              stop crying?" he asked the kind lady.

              She nodded. "You see, the Angel felt sorry for the Loving Ones, knowing how
              much they would suffer. He couldn't take the tears away but he made them
              special."

              She dipped her hand into the pond and let the water trickle off her fingers.
              "He made them healing tears, formed from the special water here. Each tear
              holds bits of all the happy times of purring and petting and shared love.
              And the promise of love once again. As your mommy cries, she is healing.

              "It may take a long while, but the tears will help her feel better. In time
              she will be less sad and she will smile when she thinks of you. And then she
              will open her heart again to another little baby."

              "But then she will cry again one day," the little orange boy said.

              The lady just smiled at him as she got to her feet. "No, she will love
              again. That is all she will think about." She picked up Big Boy and Snowball
              and gave them hugs, then scratched Morgan's ear just how she liked.

              "Look," she said. "The butterflies have come. Shall we go over to play?" The
              other animals all ran ahead, but the little orange boy wasn't ready to leave
              his mommy. "Will I ever get to be with her again?"

              The kind lady nodded.

              "You'll be in the eyes of every kitty she looks at. You'll be in the purr of
              every cat she pets. And late at night, when she's fast asleep, your spirit
              will snuggle up close to her and you both will feel at peace. One day soon,
              you can even send her a rainbow to tell her you're safe and waiting here for
              when it's her turn to come."

              "I would like that," the little orange boy said and took one long look at
              his mommy. He saw her smile slightly through her tears and he knew she had
              remembered the time he almost fell into the bathtub.

              "I love you, Mommy," he whispered. "It's okay if you cry." He glanced over
              at the others, running and playing and laughing with the butterflies.

              "Uh, Mommy? I gotta go play now, okay? But I'll be around, I promise."

              Then he turned and raced after the others.
            • Westgold
              The Little Orange Boy (Choosing Tears) ~ Anne Kolaczyk The little orange boy stopped. Behind him, kitties were playing, chasing each other and wrestling in the
              Message 6 of 8 , May 11, 2012
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                The Little Orange Boy (Choosing Tears)
                ~ Anne Kolaczyk

                The little orange boy stopped. Behind him, kitties were playing, chasing
                each other and wrestling in the warm sunshine. It looked like so much fun,
                but in front of him, through the clear stillness of the pond's water, he
                could see his mommy. And she was crying.

                He pawed at the water, trying to get at her, and when that didn't work, he
                jumped into the shallow water. All that got him was wet and Mommy's image
                danced away in the ripples. "Mommy!" he cried.

                "Is something wrong?" The little orange boy turned around. A lady was
                standing at the edge of the pond, her eyes sad but filled with love. The
                little orange boy sighed and walked out of the water. "There's been a
                mistake," he said. "I'm not supposed to be here." He looked back at the
                water. It was starting to still again and his mommy's image was coming back.
                "I'm just a baby. Mommy said it had to be a mistake. She said I wasn't
                supposed to come here yet."

                The kind lady sighed and sat down on the grass. The little orange boy
                climbed into her lap. It wasn't Mommy's lap, but it was almost as good. When
                she started to pet him and scratch under his chin like he liked, he started
                to purr. He hadn't wanted to, but he couldn't help it. "I'm afraid there is
                no mistake. You are supposed to be here and your mommy knows it deep down in
                her heart," the lady said.

                The little orange boy sighed and laid his head on the lady's leg. "But she's
                so sad. It hurts me to see her cry. And daddy too."

                "But they knew right from the beginning this would happen."

                "That I was sick?" That surprised the little orange boy. No one had ever
                said anything and he had listened when they thought he was sleeping. All he
                had heard them talk about was how cute he was or how fast he was or how big
                he was getting.

                "No, not that you were sick," the lady said. "But you see, they chose
                tears."

                "No, they didn't," the little orange boy argued. "Who would choose to cry?"

                The lady gently brushed the top of his head with a kiss. It made him feel
                safe and loved and warm -- but he still cried about his mommy.

                "Let me tell you a story," the lady said.

                The little orange boy looked up and saw other animals gathering around.
                Cats--Big Boy and Snowball and Shamus and Abby and little Cleo and Robin.
                Merlin and Toby and Iggy and Zachary. Sweetie and Kamatte and Obie. Dogs
                too--Sally and Baby and Morgan and Rocky and Belle. Even a
                lizard named Clyde and some rats named Saffron and Becky and a hamster named
                Odo. They all lay down near the kind lady and looked up at her, waiting. She
                smiled at them and began:

                ******************************************
                A long long time ago, the Loving Ones went to the Angel in Charge. They were
                lonesome and asked the angel to help them. The angel took them to a wall of
                windows and let them look out the first window at all sorts of things--dolls
                and stuffed animals and cars and toys and sporting events.

                "Here are things you can love," the angel said. "They will keep you from
                being lonesome."

                "Oh, thank you," the Loving Ones said. "These are just what we need."

                "You have chosen Pleasure," the angel told them.

                But after a time the Loving Ones came back to the Angel in Charge.

                "Things are okay to love," they said. "But they don't care that we love
                them."

                The Angel in Charge led them over to the second window. It looked out at all
                sorts of wild animals. "Here are animals to love," he said. "They will know
                you love them."

                So the Loving Ones hurried out to care for the wild animals. "You have
                chosen Satisfaction," the angel said.

                Some of the Loving Ones worked at zoos and wild animal preserves, some just
                had bird feeders in their yards, but after a time they all came back to the
                Angel-in-Charge. "They know we love them," they told the angel.

                "But they don't love us back. We want to be loved in return."

                So the angel took them to the third window and showed them lots of people
                walking around, hurrying places. "Here are people for you to love," the
                angel told them.

                So the Loving Ones hurried off to find other people to love. "You have
                chosen Commitment," the angel said.

                But after a time a lot of Loving Ones came back to the Angel in Charge.
                "People were okay to love," they said. "But sometimes they stopped loving us
                and left. They broke our hearts."

                The angel just shook his head. "I cannot help you," he said. "You will have
                to be satisfied with the choices I gave you."

                As the Loving Ones were leaving, someone saw a window off to one side and
                hurried to look out. Through it, they could see puppies and kittens and dogs
                and cats and lizards and hamsters and ferrets. The other Loving Ones hurried
                over. "What about these?" they asked.

                But the angel just tried to shoo them away. "Those are Personal Empathy
                Trainers," he said. "But there's a problem with their system operations."

                "Would they know that we love them?" someone asked.

                "Yes," the angel said.

                "Would they love us back?" another asked.

                "Yes," the angel said.

                "Will they stop loving us?" someone else asked.

                "No," the angel admitted. "They will love you forever."

                "Then these are what we want," the Loving Ones said.

                But the angel was very upset. "You don't understand," he told them. "You
                will have to feed these animals."

                "That's all right," the Loving Ones said.

                "You will have to clean up after them and take care of them forever."

                "We don't care."

                The Loving Ones did not listen. They went down to where the Pets were and
                picked them up, seeing the love in their own hearts reflected in the
                animals' eyes.

                "They were not programmed right," the angel said. "We can't offer a
                warranty. We don't know how durable they are. Some of their systems
                malfunction very quickly, others last a long time."

                But the Loving Ones did not care. They were holding the warm little bodies
                and finding their hearts so filled with love that they thought they would
                burst. "We will take our chances," they said.

                "You do not understand." The angel tried one more time. "They are so
                dependent on you that even the most well-made of them is not designed to
                outlive you. You are destined to suffer their loss."

                The Loving Ones looked at the sweetness in their arms and nodded. "That is
                how it should be. It is a fair trade for the love they offer."

                The angel just watched them all go, shaking his head. "You have chosen
                Tears," he whispered.

                ******************************************

                "So it is," the kind lady told the kitties. "And so each mommy and daddy
                knows. When they take a baby into their heart, they know that one day it
                will leave them and they will cry."

                The little orange boy sat up. "So why do they take us in?" he asked.

                "Because even a moment of your love is worth years of pain later."

                "Oh." The little orange boy got off the lady's lap and went back to the edge
                of the pond. His mommy was still there, and still crying. "Will she ever
                stop crying?" he asked the kind lady.

                She nodded. "You see, the Angel felt sorry for the Loving Ones, knowing how
                much they would suffer. He couldn't take the tears away but he made them
                special."

                She dipped her hand into the pond and let the water trickle off her fingers.
                "He made them healing tears, formed from the special water here. Each tear
                holds bits of all the happy times of purring and petting and shared love.
                And the promise of love once again. As your mommy cries, she is healing.

                "It may take a long while, but the tears will help her feel better. In time
                she will be less sad and she will smile when she thinks of you. And then she
                will open her heart again to another little baby."

                "But then she will cry again one day," the little orange boy said.

                The lady just smiled at him as she got to her feet. "No, she will love
                again. That is all she will think about." She picked up Big Boy and Snowball
                and gave them hugs, then scratched Morgan's ear just how she liked.

                "Look," she said. "The butterflies have come. Shall we go over to play?" The
                other animals all ran ahead, but the little orange boy wasn't ready to leave
                his mommy. "Will I ever get to be with her again?"

                The kind lady nodded.

                "You'll be in the eyes of every kitty she looks at. You'll be in the purr of
                every cat she pets. And late at night, when she's fast asleep, your spirit
                will snuggle up close to her and you both will feel at peace. One day soon,
                you can even send her a rainbow to tell her you're safe and waiting here for
                when it's her turn to come."

                "I would like that," the little orange boy said and took one long look at
                his mommy. He saw her smile slightly through her tears and he knew she had
                remembered the time he almost fell into the bathtub.

                "I love you, Mommy," he whispered. "It's okay if you cry." He glanced over
                at the others, running and playing and laughing with the butterflies.

                "Uh, Mommy? I gotta go play now, okay? But I'll be around, I promise."

                Then he turned and raced after the others.
              • Michelle
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                  From: Westgold <westgold@...>
                  To: feline-heart <feline-heart@yahoogroups.com>
                  Sent: Fri, May 11, 2012 11:51 am
                  Subject: [FH] Choosing Tears






                  The Little Orange Boy (Choosing Tears)
                  ~ Anne Kolaczyk

                  The little orange boy stopped. Behind him, kitties were playing, chasing
                  each other and wrestling in the warm sunshine. It looked like so much fun,
                  but in front of him, through the clear stillness of the pond's water, he
                  could see his mommy. And she was crying.

                  He pawed at the water, trying to get at her, and when that didn't work, he
                  jumped into the shallow water. All that got him was wet and Mommy's image
                  danced away in the ripples. "Mommy!" he cried.

                  "Is something wrong?" The little orange boy turned around. A lady was
                  standing at the edge of the pond, her eyes sad but filled with love. The
                  little orange boy sighed and walked out of the water. "There's been a
                  mistake," he said. "I'm not supposed to be here." He looked back at the
                  water. It was starting to still again and his mommy's image was coming back.
                  "I'm just a baby. Mommy said it had to be a mistake. She said I wasn't
                  supposed to come here yet."

                  The kind lady sighed and sat down on the grass. The little orange boy
                  climbed into her lap. It wasn't Mommy's lap, but it was almost as good. When
                  she started to pet him and scratch under his chin like he liked, he started
                  to purr. He hadn't wanted to, but he couldn't help it. "I'm afraid there is
                  no mistake. You are supposed to be here and your mommy knows it deep down in
                  her heart," the lady said.

                  The little orange boy sighed and laid his head on the lady's leg. "But she's
                  so sad. It hurts me to see her cry. And daddy too."

                  "But they knew right from the beginning this would happen."

                  "That I was sick?" That surprised the little orange boy. No one had ever
                  said anything and he had listened when they thought he was sleeping. All he
                  had heard them talk about was how cute he was or how fast he was or how big
                  he was getting.

                  "No, not that you were sick," the lady said. "But you see, they chose
                  tears."

                  "No, they didn't," the little orange boy argued. "Who would choose to cry?"

                  The lady gently brushed the top of his head with a kiss. It made him feel
                  safe and loved and warm -- but he still cried about his mommy.

                  "Let me tell you a story," the lady said.

                  The little orange boy looked up and saw other animals gathering around.
                  Cats--Big Boy and Snowball and Shamus and Abby and little Cleo and Robin.
                  Merlin and Toby and Iggy and Zachary. Sweetie and Kamatte and Obie. Dogs
                  too--Sally and Baby and Morgan and Rocky and Belle. Even a
                  lizard named Clyde and some rats named Saffron and Becky and a hamster named
                  Odo. They all lay down near the kind lady and looked up at her, waiting. She
                  smiled at them and began:

                  ******************************************
                  A long long time ago, the Loving Ones went to the Angel in Charge. They were
                  lonesome and asked the angel to help them. The angel took them to a wall of
                  windows and let them look out the first window at all sorts of things--dolls
                  and stuffed animals and cars and toys and sporting events.

                  "Here are things you can love," the angel said. "They will keep you from
                  being lonesome."

                  "Oh, thank you," the Loving Ones said. "These are just what we need."

                  "You have chosen Pleasure," the angel told them.

                  But after a time the Loving Ones came back to the Angel in Charge.

                  "Things are okay to love," they said. "But they don't care that we love
                  them."

                  The Angel in Charge led them over to the second window. It looked out at all
                  sorts of wild animals. "Here are animals to love," he said. "They will know
                  you love them."

                  So the Loving Ones hurried out to care for the wild animals. "You have
                  chosen Satisfaction," the angel said.

                  Some of the Loving Ones worked at zoos and wild animal preserves, some just
                  had bird feeders in their yards, but after a time they all came back to the
                  Angel-in-Charge. "They know we love them," they told the angel.

                  "But they don't love us back. We want to be loved in return."

                  So the angel took them to the third window and showed them lots of people
                  walking around, hurrying places. "Here are people for you to love," the
                  angel told them.

                  So the Loving Ones hurried off to find other people to love. "You have
                  chosen Commitment," the angel said.

                  But after a time a lot of Loving Ones came back to the Angel in Charge.
                  "People were okay to love," they said. "But sometimes they stopped loving us
                  and left. They broke our hearts."

                  The angel just shook his head. "I cannot help you," he said. "You will have
                  to be satisfied with the choices I gave you."

                  As the Loving Ones were leaving, someone saw a window off to one side and
                  hurried to look out. Through it, they could see puppies and kittens and dogs
                  and cats and lizards and hamsters and ferrets. The other Loving Ones hurried
                  over. "What about these?" they asked.

                  But the angel just tried to shoo them away. "Those are Personal Empathy
                  Trainers," he said. "But there's a problem with their system operations."

                  "Would they know that we love them?" someone asked.

                  "Yes," the angel said.

                  "Would they love us back?" another asked.

                  "Yes," the angel said.

                  "Will they stop loving us?" someone else asked.

                  "No," the angel admitted. "They will love you forever."

                  "Then these are what we want," the Loving Ones said.

                  But the angel was very upset. "You don't understand," he told them. "You
                  will have to feed these animals."

                  "That's all right," the Loving Ones said.

                  "You will have to clean up after them and take care of them forever."

                  "We don't care."

                  The Loving Ones did not listen. They went down to where the Pets were and
                  picked them up, seeing the love in their own hearts reflected in the
                  animals' eyes.

                  "They were not programmed right," the angel said. "We can't offer a
                  warranty. We don't know how durable they are. Some of their systems
                  malfunction very quickly, others last a long time."

                  But the Loving Ones did not care. They were holding the warm little bodies
                  and finding their hearts so filled with love that they thought they would
                  burst. "We will take our chances," they said.

                  "You do not understand." The angel tried one more time. "They are so
                  dependent on you that even the most well-made of them is not designed to
                  outlive you. You are destined to suffer their loss."

                  The Loving Ones looked at the sweetness in their arms and nodded. "That is
                  how it should be. It is a fair trade for the love they offer."

                  The angel just watched them all go, shaking his head. "You have chosen
                  Tears," he whispered.

                  ******************************************

                  "So it is," the kind lady told the kitties. "And so each mommy and daddy
                  knows. When they take a baby into their heart, they know that one day it
                  will leave them and they will cry."

                  The little orange boy sat up. "So why do they take us in?" he asked.

                  "Because even a moment of your love is worth years of pain later."

                  "Oh." The little orange boy got off the lady's lap and went back to the edge
                  of the pond. His mommy was still there, and still crying. "Will she ever
                  stop crying?" he asked the kind lady.

                  She nodded. "You see, the Angel felt sorry for the Loving Ones, knowing how
                  much they would suffer. He couldn't take the tears away but he made them
                  special."

                  She dipped her hand into the pond and let the water trickle off her fingers.
                  "He made them healing tears, formed from the special water here. Each tear
                  holds bits of all the happy times of purring and petting and shared love.
                  And the promise of love once again. As your mommy cries, she is healing.

                  "It may take a long while, but the tears will help her feel better. In time
                  she will be less sad and she will smile when she thinks of you. And then she
                  will open her heart again to another little baby."

                  "But then she will cry again one day," the little orange boy said.

                  The lady just smiled at him as she got to her feet. "No, she will love
                  again. That is all she will think about." She picked up Big Boy and Snowball
                  and gave them hugs, then scratched Morgan's ear just how she liked.

                  "Look," she said. "The butterflies have come. Shall we go over to play?" The
                  other animals all ran ahead, but the little orange boy wasn't ready to leave
                  his mommy. "Will I ever get to be with her again?"

                  The kind lady nodded.

                  "You'll be in the eyes of every kitty she looks at. You'll be in the purr of
                  every cat she pets. And late at night, when she's fast asleep, your spirit
                  will snuggle up close to her and you both will feel at peace. One day soon,
                  you can even send her a rainbow to tell her you're safe and waiting here for
                  when it's her turn to come."

                  "I would like that," the little orange boy said and took one long look at
                  his mommy. He saw her smile slightly through her tears and he knew she had
                  remembered the time he almost fell into the bathtub.

                  "I love you, Mommy," he whispered. "It's okay if you cry." He glanced over
                  at the others, running and playing and laughing with the butterflies.

                  "Uh, Mommy? I gotta go play now, okay? But I'll be around, I promise."

                  Then he turned and raced after the others.







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                • Westgold
                  The Little Orange Boy (Choosing Tears) ~ Anne Kolaczyk The little orange boy stopped. Behind him, kitties were playing, chasing each other and wrestling in the
                  Message 8 of 8 , Jul 21, 2013
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                    The Little Orange Boy (Choosing Tears)
                    ~ Anne Kolaczyk

                    The little orange boy stopped. Behind him, kitties were playing, chasing
                    each other and wrestling in the warm sunshine. It looked like so much fun,
                    but in front of him, through the clear stillness of the pond's water, he
                    could see his mommy. And she was crying.

                    He pawed at the water, trying to get at her, and when that didn't work, he
                    jumped into the shallow water. All that got him was wet and Mommy's image
                    danced away in the ripples. "Mommy!" he cried.

                    "Is something wrong?" The little orange boy turned around. A lady was
                    standing at the edge of the pond, her eyes sad but filled with love. The
                    little orange boy sighed and walked out of the water. "There's been a
                    mistake," he said. "I'm not supposed to be here." He looked back at the
                    water. It was starting to still again and his mommy's image was coming back.
                    "I'm just a baby. Mommy said it had to be a mistake. She said I wasn't
                    supposed to come here yet."

                    The kind lady sighed and sat down on the grass. The little orange boy
                    climbed into her lap. It wasn't Mommy's lap, but it was almost as good. When
                    she started to pet him and scratch under his chin like he liked, he started
                    to purr. He hadn't wanted to, but he couldn't help it. "I'm afraid there is
                    no mistake. You are supposed to be here and your mommy knows it deep down in
                    her heart," the lady said.

                    The little orange boy sighed and laid his head on the lady's leg. "But she's
                    so sad. It hurts me to see her cry. And daddy too."

                    "But they knew right from the beginning this would happen."

                    "That I was sick?" That surprised the little orange boy. No one had ever
                    said anything and he had listened when they thought he was sleeping. All he
                    had heard them talk about was how cute he was or how fast he was or how big
                    he was getting.

                    "No, not that you were sick," the lady said. "But you see, they chose
                    tears."

                    "No, they didn't," the little orange boy argued. "Who would choose to cry?"

                    The lady gently brushed the top of his head with a kiss. It made him feel
                    safe and loved and warm -- but he still cried about his mommy.

                    "Let me tell you a story," the lady said.

                    The little orange boy looked up and saw other animals gathering around.
                    Cats--Big Boy and Snowball and Shamus and Abby and little Cleo and Robin.
                    Merlin and Toby and Iggy and Zachary. Sweetie and Kamatte and Obie. Dogs
                    too--Sally and Baby and Morgan and Rocky and Belle. Even a
                    lizard named Clyde and some rats named Saffron and Becky and a hamster named
                    Odo. They all lay down near the kind lady and looked up at her, waiting. She
                    smiled at them and began:

                    ******************************************
                    A long long time ago, the Loving Ones went to the Angel in Charge. They were
                    lonesome and asked the angel to help them. The angel took them to a wall of
                    windows and let them look out the first window at all sorts of things--dolls
                    and stuffed animals and cars and toys and sporting events.

                    "Here are things you can love," the angel said. "They will keep you from
                    being lonesome."

                    "Oh, thank you," the Loving Ones said. "These are just what we need."

                    "You have chosen Pleasure," the angel told them.

                    But after a time the Loving Ones came back to the Angel in Charge.

                    "Things are okay to love," they said. "But they don't care that we love
                    them."

                    The Angel in Charge led them over to the second window. It looked out at all
                    sorts of wild animals. "Here are animals to love," he said. "They will know
                    you love them."

                    So the Loving Ones hurried out to care for the wild animals. "You have
                    chosen Satisfaction," the angel said.

                    Some of the Loving Ones worked at zoos and wild animal preserves, some just
                    had bird feeders in their yards, but after a time they all came back to the
                    Angel-in-Charge. "They know we love them," they told the angel.

                    "But they don't love us back. We want to be loved in return."

                    So the angel took them to the third window and showed them lots of people
                    walking around, hurrying places. "Here are people for you to love," the
                    angel told them.

                    So the Loving Ones hurried off to find other people to love. "You have
                    chosen Commitment," the angel said.

                    But after a time a lot of Loving Ones came back to the Angel in Charge.
                    "People were okay to love," they said. "But sometimes they stopped loving us
                    and left. They broke our hearts."

                    The angel just shook his head. "I cannot help you," he said. "You will have
                    to be satisfied with the choices I gave you."

                    As the Loving Ones were leaving, someone saw a window off to one side and
                    hurried to look out. Through it, they could see puppies and kittens and dogs
                    and cats and lizards and hamsters and ferrets. The other Loving Ones hurried
                    over. "What about these?" they asked.

                    But the angel just tried to shoo them away. "Those are Personal Empathy
                    Trainers," he said. "But there's a problem with their system operations."

                    "Would they know that we love them?" someone asked.

                    "Yes," the angel said.

                    "Would they love us back?" another asked.

                    "Yes," the angel said.

                    "Will they stop loving us?" someone else asked.

                    "No," the angel admitted. "They will love you forever."

                    "Then these are what we want," the Loving Ones said.

                    But the angel was very upset. "You don't understand," he told them. "You
                    will have to feed these animals."

                    "That's all right," the Loving Ones said.

                    "You will have to clean up after them and take care of them forever."

                    "We don't care."

                    The Loving Ones did not listen. They went down to where the Pets were and
                    picked them up, seeing the love in their own hearts reflected in the
                    animals' eyes.

                    "They were not programmed right," the angel said. "We can't offer a
                    warranty. We don't know how durable they are. Some of their systems
                    malfunction very quickly, others last a long time."

                    But the Loving Ones did not care. They were holding the warm little bodies
                    and finding their hearts so filled with love that they thought they would
                    burst. "We will take our chances," they said.

                    "You do not understand." The angel tried one more time. "They are so
                    dependent on you that even the most well-made of them is not designed to
                    outlive you. You are destined to suffer their loss."

                    The Loving Ones looked at the sweetness in their arms and nodded. "That is
                    how it should be. It is a fair trade for the love they offer."

                    The angel just watched them all go, shaking his head. "You have chosen
                    Tears," he whispered.

                    ******************************************

                    "So it is," the kind lady told the kitties. "And so each mommy and daddy
                    knows. When they take a baby into their heart, they know that one day it
                    will leave them and they will cry."

                    The little orange boy sat up. "So why do they take us in?" he asked.

                    "Because even a moment of your love is worth years of pain later."

                    "Oh." The little orange boy got off the lady's lap and went back to the edge
                    of the pond. His mommy was still there, and still crying. "Will she ever
                    stop crying?" he asked the kind lady.

                    She nodded. "You see, the Angel felt sorry for the Loving Ones, knowing how
                    much they would suffer. He couldn't take the tears away but he made them
                    special."

                    She dipped her hand into the pond and let the water trickle off her fingers.
                    "He made them healing tears, formed from the special water here. Each tear
                    holds bits of all the happy times of purring and petting and shared love.
                    And the promise of love once again. As your mommy cries, she is healing.

                    "It may take a long while, but the tears will help her feel better. In time
                    she will be less sad and she will smile when she thinks of you. And then she
                    will open her heart again to another little baby."

                    "But then she will cry again one day," the little orange boy said.

                    The lady just smiled at him as she got to her feet. "No, she will love
                    again. That is all she will think about." She picked up Big Boy and Snowball
                    and gave them hugs, then scratched Morgan's ear just how she liked.

                    "Look," she said. "The butterflies have come. Shall we go over to play?" The
                    other animals all ran ahead, but the little orange boy wasn't ready to leave
                    his mommy. "Will I ever get to be with her again?"

                    The kind lady nodded.

                    "You'll be in the eyes of every kitty she looks at. You'll be in the purr of
                    every cat she pets. And late at night, when she's fast asleep, your spirit
                    will snuggle up close to her and you both will feel at peace. One day soon,
                    you can even send her a rainbow to tell her you're safe and waiting here for
                    when it's her turn to come."

                    "I would like that," the little orange boy said and took one long look at
                    his mommy. He saw her smile slightly through her tears and he knew she had
                    remembered the time he almost fell into the bathtub.

                    "I love you, Mommy," he whispered. "It's okay if you cry." He glanced over
                    at the others, running and playing and laughing with the butterflies.

                    "Uh, Mommy? I gotta go play now, okay? But I'll be around, I promise."

                    Then he turned and raced after the others.
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