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Autor: -juujun-
Orginal: http://stillnotdavid.tumblr.com/post/8682678860/ugly
Ugly
Everyone in my 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, his left foot has 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 has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch.
Ugly would have been a dark gray 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 though. 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 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 sucking on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.
One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbor’s 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 laid in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip 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 he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battle-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, and perhaps some 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 cat could 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.
Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me…
I will always try to be Ugly.
-StillNotDavid
( http://www.youtube.com/user/StillNotDavid )
sowas berührt echt... wahnsinniges talent um dinge niederzuschreiben.
visit my dA-account!
Und ich sitz hier auch und bin am heulen... *seufzt*
allerdings kamen mir auch die tränen.
weiterlesen konnte wegen verschwommenen Sicht. ._______.
Ich weine sogar jetzt noch nebenbei . . . woah.
Sowas ist zuu viel für mich. xux
( ﾟ∀ﾟ) ɴʏᴀɴ-ɴʏᴀɴ ɴʏᴀɴ-ɴʏᴀɴ,
⊂ つ ɴɪ нᴀo ɴʏᴀɴ ．．．♡
(つ ﾉ
(ノ
/sobsob
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Aber alle verwenden Schwarzkopf!
und ich hab hier auch wohl gerade mein oberteil nass geheuelt
da mir dies wirklich an herz gegangen ist
einfach eine traurige geschichte
Und ich musste automatisch daran denken, wie mir ein Arbeitskollege vor ein paar Wochen von einem dicken, streunenden Kater erzählt hat, der auch alles andere als schön war, ein ungepflegtes Fell hatte und auch ein paar Narben. Mein Kollege und seine Frau haben diesen Kater immer beim Spaziergang getroffen und ihn gekrault und gestreichelt. Zwar haben sie sich dann immer gründlich die Hände gewaschen, aber sie haben das anschmiegsame Tier nie gemieden. Wenigstens einige haben Glück und treffen in ihrem Leben auf Menschen, die sich von Äußerlichkeiten nicht abschrecken lassen. Deswegen finde ich es auch so schön, dass es Tierschutzvereine gibt, die sich der kranken oder nicht vermittelbaren Tiere annehmen und ihnen die Liebe schenken, die sie verdienen - die einfach jeder verdient.
Bin die erste 16 Jahre meines Lebens mit meinem Kater aufgewachsen und liebe Katzen sehr. Mir standen auch die Tränen in den Augen.
Cause I´m tired of giving~
Ein unglaublicher Kater.
»Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt.« - -
Your sincerly Lingo
Fragen über Fragen
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nen dicken Knall hat...
Ich hab's meinem (fast dreijährigen) Sohn einfach auf Englisch vorgelesen...interessant war, dass er still wurde und plötzlich anfing zu weinen. Warum auch immer...(ich rede öfter mal auf Englisch mit ihm, weil er sich dann freut und manche Sachen nachspricht. Wer weiß? Vllt. war es auch einfach meine Stimmlage beim Vorlesen..)
Ich finde es edel, dass versucht wurde dem Katzentierchen zu helfen. Ich bin tief berührt.
zu spät zum Unterricht zu erscheinen,
weshalb ihm schon bald sein Lehrer den Titel
"Vlad, der Fehler" verpasste.
Schön geschrieben, sollte man sich echt zu Herzen nehmen.
ist die ganze Erde nur ein riesiger Altar,
worauf alles,was Leben hat,
geopfert werden muss,endlos,unablässig...