Today’s guest post comes from our regular contributor Stuart. I am afraid that this story has got a “tissue box required” warning attached! (Photos used for illustration purposes as no original photos were available, see credits in the footnote)
IMPY’S LAST ADVENTURE
One particularly cold evening, Impy ignored our calls and evaded our flashlight search. The temperatures dropped below freezing and still, he did not surrender his nocturnal patrol. The next morning, we were concerned but not quite worried. Impy, we were confident, was a sturdy and resourceful fellow.
“I bet he crawled into a squirrel’s nest,” I said.
“Yes, after he evicted the squirrels,” said my older brother, Barry.
We all laughed. The three of us agreed to walk around the house for a few minutes before breakfast to see if we could locate our mischievous pet. I went around the front of our own house while my mother and brother searched around the neighbors’. Almost immediately, I saw Impy sprawled in the front garden.
“Should we try mouth-to-mouth?” asked Barry.
“I have an idea,” said Barry. “Burial at sea would be dignified.”
“Which sea did you have in mind?” asked my mother. “We are hours from the ocean.”
“We could drop him off a bridge into a river,” said Barry. “That would be almost the same thing.”
“Yes. We can wrap him in his blanket,” I suggested, thinking of a pad on which Impy sometimes slept.
“Good idea,” said my mother.
“It should be female,” said my mother.
Barry added: “Perhaps a dog or cat that will curl up in your lap or in front of the fire.”
I looked down at the back of my hands and sighed: “I won’t miss getting scratched.”
We were silent as we arrived at the Fairmount Park Bridge over the Schuylkill River. Barry carried the bundle to the middle of the span as my mother and I followed a step behind. We were a self-conscious triumvirate, summoning what felt like proper solemnity to the situation.
“I guess,” said Barry.
“Do you want to say something?” asked my mother, looking at me.
“I can’t really think of anything,” I said.
“Well,” said Barry, taking on a grave tone. “Impy, we hope that you are in a peaceful place, um, with lots of good food, um, and plenty of mice to catch.”
I looked up to make sure he was finished.
“Amen,” I said.
“Amen,” said my mother.
“It will melt, eventually,” Barry finally offered.
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