Truffles

For August 26, 2015

I never had the chance to meet my parents. I grew up without any idea of what they might have looked like, how they might have cared like, loved like, and all those good stuff parents do for their children. As what my friends told me, I was an abandoned little kitten. My name is Truffles. I have been living in this small local pet store in the Tri State Area for three years now. With me are some other ill-fated animals who share the same story as I do. Lucky for us, we’ve been well taken care of by Miss Wiggins, an old maiden in her late 50s who happens to be the store owner. She basically does all the errands at the store by herself – from cleaning our cages, feeding us one by one, bathing us if necessary, and talking to us like asking if we’re okay even if she knows pretty well that animals don’t talk. I get all the love that I need from her. However, despite her caring and loving personality, I still hoped for someone to come by and adopt me one day. I want to experience how it feels like to be a part of a family. I want to experience how it feels like to live in a real home with kids playing around and hugging me like a stuffed toy. I want to experience these all and I am well aware that unless someone buys me, those dreams would never come to a reality.

 

“Hey guys, I’ve got some great news! I overheard Miss Wiggins talking to someone over the phone a while ago,” said Gaspacho, a Mexican half-breed Chihuahua whose cage is positioned just beside mine.

“So what?” replied Panini, a yellow Amazonian parrot who loves to eat pineapple.

“I heard her say that a rich couple will be coming here tomorrow to buy a pet.”

“So?” asked Panini for the second time who looks more confused.

“So, this could probably be our shot of getting adopted.”

“Oh! I get it now.”

            “Nah! Forget it. No one’s gonna adopt us,” Chowder the hamster said.

            “Hey, hey, don’t say that! I’m sure they’re gonna like any one of us. All we have to do is perform what we rehearsed and everything will go on smoothly,” I responded.

“Truffles is right guys. Maybe tomorrow can be the day we’ve all been waiting for. This could be the realization of our dreams,” exclaimed Gaspacho. 

“Look guys, I don’t mean to disappoint you but none of us has ever been adopted since then. How are they supposed to like us now?” Chowder protested.

            I can see from the looks of their eyes that their hope slowly grew fainter after what Chowder said. However, I was hopeful – hopeful that one of us is going to get picked and that is me. That night, I kept thinking about what could transpire the next day. I slept early and made it sure that I get enough sleep for the big day.

            The next day, the couple indeed came. I was very excited upon seeing them both. They introduced themselves to Miss Wiggins. I attentively listened to their conversation and found out that both of them have been married for five years. The woman could not bear a child for she was barren. However, instead of adopting a baby, they decided to adopt a pet instead. They said they wanted a pet to keep them company. Rich and Evie Watterson were their names. Evie works at the Tri State Area University as the University President while Rich is the Manager of Robert Shipping Company Inc. Both of them look nice and decent.

            “These are my gorgeous pets. I feed them with fruits, vegetables, and biscuits everyday. I also bathe them,” Miss Wiggins started to tour the couple around the shop.

            As the couple walked around the store, I followed them with my eyes and did everything to catch their attention.  I licked my paws and rolled over. I also tried to show off my beautiful eyes like what Puss in Boots did to get the sympathy of the villagers. But it doesn’t seem to work. They didn’t notice me. Then I shouted, “Hey people, I’m here. I’m the one you want. Yoohoo!” But nothing. All they heard was the loud cry of a white fur ball that was very desperate to catch their attention. My hope started to fade away. I got tired and decided to sit down. I looked at the door to see if other costumers would still come. But there was no one, not even a shadow came in. I got sad. However, just as I was about to cry, I heard Miss Wiggins call my name. I was surprised when she opened my cage and grabbed me. I tilted my head upward and saw the couple smiling before me. I was relieved, ecstatic. I was lost for words because of excitement.

            “Oh how adorable. Hon, what do you think?” asked Mrs. Watterson.

“I think she’s lovely,” replied her husband.

“Miss Wiggins, this kitten is perfect. We’re taking her.”

I couldn’t describe my emotions when they said those words to Miss Wiggins. I was floating in cloud nine that time. All my miseries disappeared and were replaced by delight and gladness. I didn’t get the chance to say my goodbyes to my friends and to Miss Wiggins but I’m sure they were all happy for me.

 

The Wattersons treated me well. They feed me everyday just like what Miss Wiggins used to do when I was still under her care. Since the both of them were always busy, they hired a “babysitter” to look over me and a veterinarian to check on my health status from time to time. They treated me like a baby. They loved me so much.

Five months later, our relationship as a family grew stronger and stronger. One time, we had our dinner together when Mr. Watterson brought up a very interesting topic. I was curious about it so I decided to listen as well. Mr. Watterson said that he was promoted to becoming a CEO and that his work will require him to move to Elmore, another town located in Michigan, several miles from Tri State Area. Mr. Watterson added that a lot of benefits would be given and that includes free housing. I had no idea what they were talking about but seeing the looks on their faces made me think it could probably be something pleasant. We moved out from Tri Sate Area to Elmore three weeks later. I was as excited as they were to explore and live in a new town.

Just as we were about to enter the compound where our new house was situated, the security guard halted our vehicle and requested for an inspection. To our surprise, one of the policies of the compound was “No pets allowed.” I was terribly shocked, didn’t know what to do. My owners were equally surprised about the policy as well. They tried to convince the officer but their effort was useless. 

“What about me?” I exclaimed.

I looked at them and they seemed to have thought of a great solution to the problem. They got me back inside the car and we drove. I was wondering what their brilliant idea might be. After a 30-minute drive, we finally reached our destination. They brought me inside a very odd building. While we were walking inside, I got this strange feeling that something is not right. We entered a small room and to my great surprise found a bunch of caged animals arranged accordingly.

“Good morning, sir and madam! How may I help you?” the officer greeted politely.

“We were wondering if you still have a room for one more cat. This is Truffles. You see my husband and I moved here just recently and we found out that our compound doesn’t allow animals in. Could you please take care of her for us?” Mrs. Watterson explained.

“What? You’re gonna leave me here?” I cried out.

“Truffles has been a good companion to us and now that we’re getting busy, I think she needs a place where she can be well taken care of. Can we trust you on that?” said Mr. Watterson.

“No please! I don’t want it here. I want to be with you,” I continued.

“Definitely sir, madam! We will see to it that your pet gets all the necessary care she will need.”

“Truffles honey, we love you so much. Be a good girl okay. We promise to visit you from time to time. We’ll never forget you.”

“No! No! You can’t do this to me. I don’t want it here. Please. Don’t leave me,” I cried and cried but all they did was kissed me goodbye and left.

I got very sad. Each day, I looked forward to seeing them visit me. Days became weeks and weeks became months. I started to grow impatient for their return but they never showed up. I started to think they never really loved me. I thought it would be better if they had not adopted me in the first place. I was depressed. I lost my appetite just as I lost them. Eventually, body grew weaker and weaker. Since then, I promised myself to stop hoping for them to come back. I never cared about them anymore. I stopped thinking about them.

Until...

One day, while the caretaker was feeding us, I suddenly felt an unbearable pain all over my body. I couldn’t feel a muscle. I couldn’t move. My whole body was numb. I collapsed. Nobody seemed to have noticed me. I felt so helpless. All I did was close my eyes while all the bitter-sweet memories came rushing in. Tears fell from my eyes when I realized that death was upon me.  

P.S. This is my own composition. It's not a very good one but I hope you enjoyed reading it. <3

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