By Dannette Horton, North Carolina
At four o’clock on a Saturday morning, a dish crashing to the floor in the kitchen downstairs awakened me. I heard my ex-husband, Carl, making sounds as if he was in pain. (Although Carl and I are divorced, he is still my best friend and lives with us.) My thirty-seven-year-old son, Eric, was pleading in an urgent voice, “Dad, please try to sit up in the chair.”
By Benny Callaghan, Minnesota
A friend once gave me a plant as a gift and said, “First, you need to learn to look after a plant; then, you graduate to an animal; and finally, you will be ready for a child.”
By Sue Ellen Armstrong, Connecticut
As a way of giving service to life in my semiretirement, I offered to socialize cats at a local animal shelter by petting and playing with them. My second volunteer job involved working with a rescue group that specializes in saving cats.
By Aubrey Forbes, Minnesota
The Loon calls across
The still surface of Lake Wisdom.
By Dana Lovell, Minnesota
My quiet and reserved rescue cat Austin was a light in my life. When he passed, I missed his sweet presence.
A series of dreams reassured me that the Soul I’d known as Austin had returned as a pug puppy and found a home with a loving family.
By Allen Anderson, Minnesota
Standing in line at a sprawling grocery store, I placed five bags of large sweet potatoes on the conveyer belt. A mature cashier with a kind, smiling face (I’ll call her Stacy) enthusiastically said, “Leaf’s food!”
Startled, I looked up. Although I’d been in Stacy’s line a couple of times, she wasn’t usually the cashier who rang up my weekly haul of sweet potatoes. And I didn’t recall ever telling her my cocker spaniel’s name.