Is there any greater sorrow than to lose someone you love? Nine year-old Jenny didn’t think so. Sitting motionless on the backyard swing, she struggled with her emotions and wept.
My heart is broken into many small pieces! How shall I ever be the same again?
Sensing his mistresses’ grief, Roosevelt came purring and rubbing against Jenny’s feet.
“Here, Rosy, I’ll pick you up. There, now. You understand, don’t you?”
Roosevelt enjoyed her gentle hug and made sympathetic cat sounds.
“Father was so cold-hearted about it when he said we were getting rid of Beulah. Without even one tear in his eye, he said it was time to replace her. I begged him not to do it, but he said she was old, slow, and ate too much!”
Roosevelt was so disgusted and upset that he leapt down from her lap and attacked a leaf that blew across the yard. How dare anyone make an issue out of the food they ate!
“I feel the same way, Rosy. I’d like to tear something up, too! If I was queen of the world, I’d…”
“Jenny! Come inside, your father’s back!”
“Oh, joy, Father’s back with Beulah’s replacement. How much more can my poor heart take?”
As soon as Jenny came through the back door, her mother ushered her through the house and out onto the front lawn. “I haven’t seen your father this excited since our wedding day! Look–he’s calling her Lizzy.”
There on the lawn sat the new, shiny black 1912 Ford. The man in the driver’s seat hollered, “No more horse and buggy for us! C’mon, everybody, let’s go for a ride! And by the way, Jenny; Beulah’s loving it over at the Thompson farm. All she has to do is stand in the sun and graze all day.”
Jenny replied, “Wait! Let me go get Roosevelt!”
What a charming little story. I didn’t know how it was going to end up going about halfway through but alls well that ends well.
Thank you. I’m so glad you liked it.
A heart-warming story, Sam. Your characters always have personality that is lovable in some way…even a cat. 🙂
Thanks, Tim.
Ah, the sweet, gentle world of an innocent young girl (I’ve one posted simply, “Girl”).
Sam,
You never fail to touch your readers’ hearts, minds, ‘n souls in bringing to life your characters’ personalities (even a cat’s), and in how they each fit so perfectly into your stories’ always interesting plots … and, your grammar is exemplary.
This is a most lovely piece, and I love the surprise ending.
I hope you like it here, Sam … the site needs your “special” touch! ⁓ Richard🖌
Thank you, Richard.
Ah, yes, the story of the mean old man with the heart of stone resurrected by the hot love of a 1912 Ford. Those cute little machines just whirred and purred right into everyone’s hearts, didn’t they? Another horror story well told, Samuel.
Thank you. Yeah, scary stuff for Halloween.