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Some of you might rememeber Dreamer, a seal brown arabian
mare that I sweetly said goodbye to a few months ago. You might also
remember my canine lover, Cloud. I finally got back to North Carolina
two months ago and couldn’t wait to see either of them again.
Unfortunately I lived with a friend way to many miles away from either to
walk and I had no car. I craved the day that I could get out to see
her–or see Cloud who lived just down the road. Finally the day came and
I was able to get transportation out to my mother’s house. From there I
walked the two miles with a bundle of carrots and apple slices as a gift
of myreturn. For days I imagined the sight her–remembered her
smell–rememebered the night of beauty I had spent with her. I walked
happily.
The grass in Mrs. Tyler’s yard was in need of a mow. She was a
busywoman so I thought nothing of it. Her and her husband’s truck s were
absent.I thought nothing of that as well. They both left for work at
noon and it was after two. I continued walking towards the barn. That
field was over grown as well but I didn’t notice its height–too busy
searching for sight of the herd girls having sex with dog. Perhaps they were around the othr side
of the barn, I thought and kept walking.
Things were too quiet. The smell was wrong–for there really
wasn’tone, not a strong one, anyways. I walked into the barn. A white
stallion in a stall on the left should’ve greeted me. All the stalls
were empty. The gate to the pasture hung open on its hinges. Where
there had been a stack of hay bails had become a single bail. I slumped
down on it in tears. As I took a deep breath I heard a soft meow. I
had woken up a marmalade tabby with an extra toe on each paw. He
stretched then meowed at me again. I scracthed the too-many toed tom
behind his ears and pulled him closer to me as I the tears began to
fall. All the tack was gone. I had a bit from Astro but left it in New
Jersey along with a roll of film of the herd. Like Dreamer, both far out
of reach. I knew where she had gone sex with my dog. Mrs. Tyler had told me she might
move to El Salvador. While I was in New Jersey she had. The tabby
meowed once more–as if asking me a question. I sighed and rubbed under
his chin.
“At least she’s not dead,” I whispered. “And at least I have
mymemories. I guess June was the final goodbye.”
I wish I could’ve taken the cat with me but my current landlady
wouldnever allow a cat. So alone but kept with the company of fond
memories Iwalked back down the dirt road to my mother’s house. Rather
than take theturn that would bring me by my mother’s house I walked on
further. I could still go visit Cloud. I had missed him too and I
needed some consolation. I needed a friendly face. Family had been
anything but to me.
So on I walked, passed the driveway, then passed the Websters and
onanother half mile to I came to the farm house of Bill Allen. As
Iapproached I looked for the white gray of Cloud’s coat animal bestiality. He was not in
the yard or on the porch. I heard the sound of a tractor and looked
behind me. Bill drove by, pulling tobacco slides to his barn. Cloud
like to follow cars and tractors. Perhaps the australian shepherd was
with his owner, I thought, but I did not see him.
Bill waved and drove on past me, throwing up dust. I followed himfifty
yards to his tobacco barns. He pulled the slides up to four waiting
workers. They unhooked the slides as I spoke to Bill. The conversation
was the friendly, country type. We talked about the crop, and the
weather and the deer and such. Then I brought up his dog.
Bill looked at me and frowned. “He got hit by a car– coupla weeksago.”
My heart hit my throat. I didn’t say a word. I couldn’t women and horses sex story.
“Guess I shoulda kept him on chain,” he sighed.
I nodded, agreeing–but if he’d kept Cloud on a chain, I’d
probably never have come to know the beautiful dog. I wondered if I had
encouraged him to wander. Did he look for me when I suddenly vanished?
He started up his tractor and offered me a ride back to my
mother’sdriveway. I sat on the end of the empty tobacco slide with
my eyes closed thewhole way. Memories came as did a few tears. Cloud
gone too?
As I walked down the half a mile down the back driveway I tried
to smile and think about what good times I had had with Cloud. I looked
at my hips and the scars his claws had put on them. I remebered the
nights he jumped through my open bedroom window–the times I had slept
naked, his fur warm against my flesh. A few pictures of him were on the
same roll of film that Dreamer’s were on. Distance….
Death and distance.. sex with dog stories..both Cloud and Dreamer are out of reach. I
miss them even now. I’ve left North Carolina again. There was nothing
there for me. Mitkuye Oyasin! (even across distance and death)