Jelly Patricia Fisher You were the last one left, tiny, ugly, brown, furrry thing.   There you were, lying alone, miserable in your box.   Your mother had grown tired of being a mother.   She had claimed her place, back on my bed.   I tried not to love you, Who wants four dogs. But you were so unhappy, waiting for someone to claim you.   Finally, I cracked, sweeping you into my bed, Held your fretting self close, comforted you.   You, finally warm, snug, close to abeating heart, Curled up against my chest, gave a deep sigh and slept.   We found a home for you a few days later. To Late, you had snuggled your tiny, furry face too close to my heart.   I wrapped it around you jealously guarding you from anyone else.   I think I carried your tiny self in the palm of my hand, for those first few months.   I knew you were filling a weeping  hole, my children had left, when they, happy, chirpy little birds, had flown to more interesting places.   My kids said, you took the prize for uglyness.   I could only see how amazingly beautiful you were.   I knew off by heart, every lash over your funny, little turned eyes.   Every soft, slobber, from your baby mouth.   They laughed at your inbred statis, calling you 'Banjo girl'   I told them, there will never be another Jelly.   It was pointed out to me, because I couldn't see it. You were not the sharpest tool in the shed. You even had a screw loose, it seemed to them.   I would retort, that your job was to love me. You did that, passionately, perfectly.   Sitting on my lap, gazing into my face. You would draw in a deep, deep, sigh.   Someone once said, we don't choose who are hearts are given too unconditionally.   My Baby wrapped in fur. I do know, when I felt unloved, you loved me.   When I grieved, you comforted me. Even when I was grieving, over your pain.   And in the days you were happy and joyful, I felt filled with joy, just watching you.   I know you lived too long in pain because, I couldn't let you go.   I don't want to say Goodbye, even though, I know you are happy and safe  now. I just want you back.   I do try and think of the happy times, the specialness, that was you. And Bless God, for those five years with you.   I thought that God, had given me you. As a reward, for a life well lived. A life lived as close to the Holy Light, as one can. Then you were gone.   You were a gift, but the best gift, came to me when you had left.   In one moment, in the middle of those dark days, filled with sadness.   I came to me in a flash. Nothing in this world, could hurt, as much as loosing you.   Suddenly, a sword was placed in my hand. I no longer, live in fear, begging for my son's love.   I walk on, and peace fills my being. I no longer struggle, with my human child, praying, one day to be a part of his life.   If I can live though, the pain of loosing you, I can live through anything.   Because of you, I sing my own song, with a joy in my heart.   Completely knowing that, this is your parting gift, to me.   Go and be happy, My baby angel, wrapped in fur. My Light, My Joy.   I will love you for all time.

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