You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who'll decide where to go.
-Dr. Seuss

Tuesday, September 24, 2013


       I felt the salty sweat dripping down the neck and back of my owner. I had dried up, had been tainted with scars from the hard work at the lab. I have been with my owner for as long as he was in the womb. It was time to leave the owner now, but I did not want to. He could not do without me and I didn’t want him to loose me. He took me on a long journey to hospitals all over California. He would often look down at me with teary eyes and hold me against his face. Our first stop was at the UCLA Medical Center. I had a couple test done on me. To nobody’s surprise the test required more test to be done. Stanford’s Medical Center proceeded. He put me in his pockets as he carried himself weakly. I could feel the cool breeze even through his warm Calvin Klein jacket pockets. I brushed his hair and bearded face when he became nervous. I could not shake away the fact that everything I had done; caressed his loved ones, fed him, bathed him, and worked for him will all be gone when I was gone. There had got to be a way to save my owner. The chemicals burned and irritated me more and more each day. I knew my time was limited and I had to do something quick. I grabbed the suitcases for my owner, I was now sweaty and clammy. I needed a wash, but there was no time for that! I got wiped on my owner’s jeans and squirted with hand sanitizer. Buckled the plane seatbelt and headed to the Massachusetts General Hospital in Boston, Mass. There the Doctors would decide if they would cut me off. His hands, my owner’s hands, me, his hands, cut off…

1 comment:

  1. Tell...Me...Moreeeeee! I love stories like this! Lovely Job Erica!(: