A scenic byway is a specially designated road that travels through an area of natural or cultural beauty. You can drive on through your life as fast as you can, more focused on the destination than the journey. Or you can choose to be present and revel in the journey that is life. I choose the latter. Eyes wide open and marveling at the beauty that is everywhere all the time - this is My Scenic Byway.
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Your story about the dying dog stirred my emotions. I love animals, and have raised more than forty cats (not at the same time!) Among them was my favorite cat which had long gray tiger-striped fair.It was a few days old while I was 6 years old. I loved that cat so much and was so attached to it. When I was 14 years old, I came back from school , but could not find it. Days passed and everyday I would ask Grandma about it but her answers were vague. A few months later, wih a broken heart, I gave up all hope of ever seeing it again. I never forgot her though, I still have the photo of her and me. Forty years later, months before My Grandma passed away, I told her about my cat and how I never got to know who took her or what happened to her. Puzzled, she looked at me and said:"You mean you still don't know that she was killed by a car... I buried her myself, but never had the courage to tell you lest you become devastated..".. Despite all those years I felt devastated. I was not with my cat when she passed away. I believe my Grandma did the right thing. It would surely have broken my heart had I know what really happened. Unfortuately, in the world we live in , few people would feel (or react) the way you did on that highway on that rainy day. One more thing to say, I enjoyed reading your story. Thank you.
Your story about the dying dog stirred my emotions. I love animals, and have raised more than forty cats (not at the same time!) Among them was my favorite cat which had long gray tiger-striped fair.It was a few days old while I was 6 years old. I loved that cat so much and was so attached to it. When I was 14 years old, I came back from school , but could not find it. Days passed and everyday I would ask Grandma about it but her answers were vague. A few months later, wih a broken heart, I gave up all hope of ever seeing it again.
ReplyDeleteI never forgot her though, I still have the photo of her and me. Forty years later, months before My Grandma passed away, I told her about my cat and how I never got to know who took her or what happened to her. Puzzled, she looked at me and said:"You mean you still don't know that she was killed by a car... I buried her myself, but never had the courage to tell you lest you become devastated.."..
Despite all those years I felt devastated. I was not with my cat when she passed away. I believe my Grandma did the right thing. It would surely have broken my heart had I know what really happened.
Unfortuately, in the world we live in , few people would feel (or react) the way you did on that highway on that rainy day.
One more thing to say, I enjoyed reading your story. Thank you.