Little Man and a boy he loved
I do not like sad stories and I certainly do not like to dwell on them, but another member of our family has said so long.
Little Man came to us several years ago, six or seven I can't be exactly sure but he was fully grown when my brother and I found him in the pasture surviving on cow chips. We did not realize that he was blind until we got him home and tried to feed him a bacon snack.
He was a sweet little guy. The vet said that he probably had been blind from birth - not enough blood vessels attached to his eyes. But he was not like Clyde. He did not stumble forward at full speed then reassess when he thudded into something. He was cautious and he memorized patterns. He knew exactly how to get from room room and outside and back inside. When we carried him with the gang to our Texas house, he always got a little off kilter as he didn't have that pattern in his mental file drawer.
The lesson from this boy was trust. He loved to be held, and especially held like he was a baby. He would take his little front feet and hold on to your arm or stretch them out across your chest. He lay many hours beside me when I was recuperating from back surgery. And he had a special affection for little boys. When they came visiting, there were a lot of little hands for pets and hugs and he loved it.
But, as with all living things, he grew to be old. Congestive heart failure and pneumonia to top that off. He was improving slowly, but then there was an accident and he could not make the turn toward improvement.
There is a season for all things.
My Little Man is truly missed.
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