I don’t think I ever told you about Aleister….did I?
He is so happy playing with my cats, running and hiding under the pine trees, the blackberry bushes, and the woods below, he also loves sleeping on my porch, I’m happy he’s here, He especially liked Little Girl.
This past March my granddaughter Chelsea and her parents packed up everything and moved to Texas. I asked Chelsea to please leave him with me. As you read you’ll see that Aleister already was staying on the big deck and my back porch, he loved it their ! He also enjoyed playing in the woods in the back yard and playing with my cats Dixie and Little Girl. I was certain he would be happy here rather then be shipped off to a new and unknown place. He seemed to be content and settled into his new arrangement, but he would not come into my house even though one night it was cold and raining. I put a large towel on the chair that he slept in on my porch and felt he would stay warm and be fine. He was just fine and as the days began to warm up I was sure that Aleister was going to become a permanent member to my family.
Two weeks had gone by and things seemed to be going well when one day, I remember so well because I was in my living room staring out the big picture window, when I saw Al walking on the other side of our fence. I never saw him on that side of the fence before so I just watched him walk slowly down the hill and into the woods.
I have not seen Aleister since that day.Was he awear of what was going on as he watched my family move every piece of furniture out of the house into a big truck, even his favorite chair? Did he think that Chelsea would surely be home that night as he watched her get into the truck and saw it move down the road and out of site? Did he wonder why the lights never came on at night in the house, and no one opened the front door to let him in?
Was his heart broken?