Nothing Lasts Forever …

One rare but cherished winter night, my step dad unexpectedly came home with a surprise and tossed a brown sack onto my lap. Puzzled about what could be inside, I hesitated to open it. The bag moved. I jumped. I glanced at Mama and she nodded her head to continue. The bag moved again. I inched forward and peered in. Then the eyes of a black puppy looked back at me. Holding my breath, I lifted her out. Her long, wet tongue washed my face and made me giggle. I loved her and named her Blackie.

She followed me around. She kept me company. At night, she slept on my neck and kept me warm. Once, when my parents yelled at me, she growled. I laughed inside and hugged her. I knew she loved me, too.

My joy turned to heartbreak the day she disappeared. I searched everywhere for her.

“Mama, have you seen my puppy?”

“We can’t keep her.”

“Mama, why? Why can’t we?”

“Because Blackie’s full of fleas.”

“I’ll give her a bath.”

“We can’t feed her.”

“She can eat my food,” I sobbed.

“That’s enough, Mary.”

Again, I asked. “But why, Mama?”

“Nothing lasts forever,” she said, still reading her magazine.

I’d have kept Blackie forever.

(An excerpt from Running in Heels – A Memoir of Grit and Grace – Chapter One)

© M.A. Perez 2013, All Rights Reserved

Note: I recall many clichés told to me as a kid. One that pops into mind is: Easy come, easy go. How about you? Do you remember things told to you when you were young that maybe got under your skin?

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5 responses to “Nothing Lasts Forever …

  1. I remember one that I really disliked. Whenever I would say I wanted something that I obviously wasn’t going to get, I was told, “Keep wanting – people in hell want ice water; now shut up…!” 😦

  2. I was reading this as my little rescue doggie slept near me with his head on my lap. My parents never let us have a pet (too many kids, too little money). I’m just glad I am able to feel that love now.

  3. Janie Urbano

    Very good Mary Ann. Date: Sun, 29 Sep 2013 02:01:10 +0000 To: jurbano45@hotmail.com

  4. The good old one: Money don’t grow on trees.

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