Po Boy views
“It’s only with the heart that one can
see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye. All grownups were once
children… but only few of them remember it.” The Little Prince
upon a time there was a little prince who lived on a planet hardly any bigger
than he was, and who needed a friend”. The Little Prince by Antoine De
Saint-Exupery is called a wise and enchanting fable; if the book doesn’t
inspire you, then I believe that there is no hope for you.
book starts with a pilot that has crash-landed in the desert with little or no help
available and out of seemingly nowhere comes a small visitor (picture David
Bowie at eleven years of age). The boy is called a little prince, but as he is
the only inhabitant of his planet (which is no bigger than a house) he has no
competition. Little Prince is only what he is called by the pilot and the book,
and that’s good enough for me (and should be for you).
boy has travelled far and wide and has had experiences on other small planets
with a series of archetypical adult figures that when taken objectively;
resemble many adults (grown-ups) around you now. The little guy asks the pilot to
draw him a particular picture and the adventures, lessons, and wisdom begins.
It is a classic example of ‘from the mouths of babes’.
other words, it’s life in its simplest form, and when life is seen in its
simplest form, happiness is within reach; but also is heartbreak. Life is
usually seen in its simplest form when someone has nothing left to lose.
veterinarian, ten years ago, found a newborn kitten on a rainy Moss Street
roadway, nursed it to life and we got the pleasure of it sharing our lives with
it. Debbie named him Opie because he looked like Ron Howard. His colors were
what are called butterscotch. He grew with an appetite and a gentle lovingness
unsurpassed. Before his illness he weighed about twenty pounds.
Little Prince teaches us that, if we look with our hearts, loving a person,
place or thing makes it ours. Although there may be many persons, places and
things seemingly alike to others, that cannot take away that that is not the
one that WE love. WE, in loving the ones WE love, makes that ONE special and
ours alone; one rose out of a thousand, if
it is our rose, is, in its uniqueness, the only rose we truly can love with
all of our being. All roses are beautiful; but, OUR rose will outshine them
all. So too it is with a star that we choose, a piece of music, work of art,
lover and/or a cat.
we experience this sensibility, we become like children who love with all their
hearts and all that they love, without reason or regret; without condition,
becomes significant and personal.
was diagnosed with an incurable cancer and instead of subjecting him to the
discomfort of debilitating procedures and medicines we had chosen to bring him
home and spoil him and love on him until it was time for him to, as they say,
cross that Rainbow Bridge. His tumor had grown too large for him to function
normally now, growing to a twenty-six inch stomach circumference and he was
fading. We took him back to the clinic today to begin his next life’s journey;
his time here is at an end, and the quality of life we promised for him had
become no longer an option.
feel that it is only fitting for our Vet who brought him into this world to be
the person that takes him out. I would say that we are heartbroken, but
heartbroken is too mild a term for how we feel; once again the Bureau of Happy
Endings is not answering our calls or wishes.
know the drill; every day there is an inhumanity against loved ones, yours or
someone else’s. You put your faith in a higher being to guide and assist you and
to offer succor and support. As it turns out, this higher being has plans of
its own and you may say that this higher being is “moving in mysterious ways”.
I differ to agree. I don’t think the mother f*cker cares a whit.
had friends, lovers, family and critters that I’ve loved cross that frickin’ ‘Rainbow
Bridge’ without knowledge or consent for this “Mysterious Way”. And I call
foul. I believe in the teaching that all
religions that tell us to treat others as we would be treated; I take exception
to the teachings that have the caveat that it means everyone except those that
are not like us.
rallied today (of all days) and we took him in praying for a reprieve that did
not come. I watched the light fade from his bright eyes and heard Dr. Nicole
Larroque tell me that his heart had stopped.
Doc told us that the first shot took Opie’s spirit out of his body and the
second shot (once his body had relaxed) took his body away from him. That
means, to me, that Opie’s spirit is still out there and will find itself back
me what you will; but, if you should one day spy a little butterscotch asking
for directions… please send him home. He’s my good friend and I miss him so
very very much.