Myron Dansby–Untitled


It was a stab in the hart, that she didn’t expect, after all, she hardly knew this little cat, it belonged to the neighbor, and it was bothersome at times, coming over and rubbing against her leg, running back and forth in the street.
as she knelt down by its lifeless body, a tear fell from her her cheek and disappeared into the pond of warm blood, she felt angry and sad at the same time.
if it wasn’t in the street that car wouldn’t have hit it!  she plucked up the body from the street and carried it to the old lady’s yard she was covered with blood and she knew she would have to find somewhere to wash.
the old lady came running out with a big black bag – it turns out that the old lady was retired from a veterinary clinic she was a surgeon for animals, she got right to work – an hour later she said; “luck is it’s new name!”
“lucky! its going to live?”
“yes! in about three months it will be its old self again!”
the lady had mixed feeling about that.

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