Ugly's Story

 Ugly's Story is a little further down.

First off I want to really thank everyone who clicked on 25peeps.com..I was knocked off yesterday..but had fun while it lasted...so again..thank you thank you thank you!

     I'd of been ousted long ago. Although I am no girlguide when it comes to the reality that sex sells..it's just strange to see it at work with your own body as the seller. I mean that it's happening at this time in my 'later' life (am no innocent) but those are stories for another day. In truth I've had fun with it and I suggest anyone with a little need for 'exposure' take a picture of their favorite erogenous zone..and have a go..like I said..no face covers your identity...no harm done.

Okay..continuing on to 'Uglys Story'..it's an anecdote on my blog that will always have its own page. I'm reposting it here today cause not many people visit the sidebar pages and because stuff like this needs to be read by as many people as possible

No one knows who wrote this story..or whether it is fictional or not..suffice to say it's not far from the truth...and that would in some cases be putting it very mildly.

Too many creatures on our planet are horribly abused on a daily basis. Until it stops completely..stories like this need to be out there. We are 'all' reponsible to either report immediately or act ourselves when we have knowledge of or are witness to abuse on children, animals, the elderly and sexual or domestic violence.

For today the story is about an animal..I give you:

Ugly's Story

 Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly.

 To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, and his left foot had appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail had long age been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch.

Ugly would have been a dark grey tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs. Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction.”That’s one UGLY cat!”

All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.

Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.

One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end.

Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white stripe of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I thought. Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear-

Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps compassion.

At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.

Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful.

He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I care for.

any people want to be richer, more successful,well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.

~Author Unknown~

If you have or had an animal that you loved with your whole heart, please remember the strays and those who weren't lucky enough to meet you. Don't turn a blind eye, as hard as it is to see, sometimes even a kind word can be something.

 

Do you know of an abused or hurt animal that needs help right now?

Please, all you have to do is call the

American Society for the Prevention of Curelt to Animals

or

For the Canadian and International SPCA's click here

The creatures of our planet thank you from the bottom of their huge hearts...and so do I.