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~Sweet Tweek Tails~

This ones for you Sunny Lee!

Sunny Lee wants to see what all her furiends moms and dads look like, so this one is for Sunny! It isn't the latest picfur of mom, but it will have to do!

The Loving Ones

Thank you to Sheba and Orry for sharing this beautiful story.....

THE LOVING ONES
author unknown

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 worried 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 other pets, 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.

Thank you again Sheba and Orry.... We love you!
xoxoxoxo
Angel Tweekie and the Miller pack

I have been outta da loop!

My friend Mrs Riley picked me to be on her football team. Now, I'm picking YOU.

Here are the rules: we are gett'n our "team" together and we're gonna cross that line and make us a touchdown! Before the ref raises his boney little arms to signal the 6 points I gotta spill the beans (pffht..excuse me!) about myself and then pass the ball to 5 of my furiends who will each do the same. Don't forget to leave me a bone to let us know you got our hand signals and you're in the "game.

Are you ready...here we goes!

1) I loved Mom and Dad more than anything...

2) I would go on the boat with them only cuz I wanted to be near them. I hated the water.

3). Yes dad, i furgive you for dropping me in the water in freezing February Florida water..... Mom was soooo mad at you for that!

4) Tossing the ball to my earth BFF, Snapper.. I hope you are happy with your new furblings, even tho they will NEVER be me!

5). Elsie, take care of Snap, he is not as tough as he claims.... He really is a love......

Love,
Sweet Tweek at the bridge...... waiting for her fambly.....


P.S. That "time of the month" helping with the groceries is still a classic at our house Mrs. R! Makes us laugh everytime!
oxxoxoxoxo