Hi
there, Pard. Yep, it’s me, Alphonse
Wilson, the one they call Windy. But this ain’tpertickler a
good day for ol’
Windy. Fact-a-matter is, if I was to study how to do that
depression stuff?
This’d be a good day to start.
Yasee,
it’s what’s called an annual-versary of a sad time fer me, and
I thought I
might repercussion it to you today, so’s mebbe you won’t have
to have your
heart broke, neither.
It
was the flat-out tail end of love, ya
see. After all them months together, too. Hey, I allusfiggered
we’d be together
for … well, life. Oh
we had good
times. Watchin’ stuff on the teevee, ridin’ ‘round in the
pick-em-up truck.
Visitin’ with friends. You know what I mean.
Ever’
year on this annual versary, I
wonder if mebbe I weren’t supposed to be happy in a love
sitiation, ya know? I
mean, what if some folks jest ain’t got the right smile or
somethin’ to keep
her around.
I
tried, howsomever. Really tried hard.
Read up a book on it, even, you know, when she started to sull
on me? What I’m
s’posed to do to keep her lovin’ me. What things I can say to
her to get her
outta a sull like that.
But
none a-that worked. Nothin’. It’s
like she jest didn’t care no more, ya know? Ever had a
happenstance like that
there? Ain’t no pic-a-nic, I can lambastical guarantee ya.
And
ever’ year on this here annual
versary, I cain’t help but see that last goodbye all over
again, ya might call
it a finality farewell, but a-course you don’t hafta call it
nothin’ if you
don’t want. But I can recomember it all, from the look in her
eyes until she
rode off with that stranger, not even lookin’ back. Not even
one single look
back after all them months together.
I
sure do miss that dog. And you can
tell ‘em I said so.
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If
you agree with Windy, please consider volunteering your time
at your local
animal shelter.