The Tombstone, by My Mama the MadSnapper
Sept 5, 1950. The ancient Desoto pulled into the gravel parking lot. All four doors opened and a small girl stepped out of the passenger side rear door. The noise level was high, dogs barking and howling. The young family walked to the door and stepped inside.
The Girl danced with excitement. The words "I'm getting a dog for my birthday" racing around and around in her mind. Carefully peering into each pen, she passed by dog after dog after dog.
The Mother said, "no, you do not want that one."
The ugly brown dog shivered and shook, cowering at the back of the kennel. He waited. He listened to the wild barking of other dogs. He watched as person after person walked past him and never gave him a look. He knew in his heart no one would rescue him. He thought of all the people who had passed him by without a look.
A small girl stopped at his door. His head lifted. He stared at the little girl and heard the words ,
" Daddy, I want This One!"
He heard the Mother say "No, you don't want this one"
The small girl and her 2 year old brother jumped from the car, followed by the ugly brown dog.
The girl said Come on Sticky Baby, you are home... Sticky Baby stared at her with love in his eyes, and she stared at him with love in her eyes.
He heard the mama say, "why this dog, Sandra? With her green eyes wide, she threw her arms around the ugly brown dog and hugged him tight. Mama, I wanted him because no one else wanted him.
The girl was six, the dog was three, and for 4 years life was good. One day Sticky Baby heard the Daddy say, we are moving far, far away. Sticky can't go with us.
The girl cried, her brother cried, the dog cried. The mama cried. Next door Sandra's other Mama, her daddy's sister, Aunt Helen, said don't worry Sandy, we will take care of Sticky and when you come back, he will be here waiting for you. Sticky would have the same yard because Sandra's family lived in the house in her Aunts back yard. They moved 12 hours away from Sticky. Sticky was sad, Sandra was sad.
Sticky heard a car pull in the driveway, Sandra got out of the car. She was Tall! She was also 15 years old. The dog was happy, the girl was happy, the little brother was happy the Mother was happy. The daddy was not happy, the daddy did not like dogs.
Everything went well for 2 years, Sticky was old, he became ill, the vet said Tick Fever, there is nothing to be done, Daddy and Uncle Jack took Sticky out in the woods, and Mother planned a funeral.
Sandra was so upset she did not speak to Daddy for 2 whole weeks. You killed my dog. You killed my dog. They buried Sticky under the oak tree at the back of the church, the church that the Daddy was the pastor there.
LIFE went on, and one day many, many years later, Sandra's Daddy died. Sandra made reservations at a hotel that was close to where they used to live. She drove 400 miles with her Daddies ashes in an Urn sitting on the seat beside her.
Sandra carried the Urn into her ground floor room. The Brother and his wife came, they all settled in two rooms, a little upset that the other room was on the 3rd floor. No connecting rooms were available.
Everyone settled in for the night and about an hour later, the brothers phone rang. When he answered, Sandra said, Guess What? Daddy is spending his last night on earth on top of Sticky Baby's Grave and they started to laugh and laugh.
The church was torn down, the hotel was built on the property and the rooms they were in were right where the old oak tree had been Sticky' Baby's Tombstone.
Now Sticky had a new Tombstone.
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