A New Day For Cezanne

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
This story is about Cezanne, my beloved dog.

Submitted: July 25, 2011

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Submitted: July 25, 2011








I woke up this morning feeling poorly, I didn’t have the energy to get out of bed, eat breakfast, or go to the bathroom. I decided to spend the entire day lying down, hoping tomorrow, being a new day, will find me feeling better.

When my mom realized I was sick, she rushed to my side. She brought me ice-cold water that felt soothing on my throat. She tried to coax me into eating a little breakfast, but I wasn’t hungry. She stayed by my side all morning and afternoon, lying beside me, holding me close, whispering sweet words in my ear, and stroking me gently.

As the afternoon sun began to set, I wet the bed, too sick to let her know I needed to go. She knew then I was sicker than she thought; she rushed to find my father and let him know I needed to see a doctor. He hurriedly got the car while she wrapped me in a blanket and carried me outside. She stayed with me in the backseat, speaking softly, trying to keep me calm.

At the doctor’s office, my father offered to carry me in, but she refused. She wanted to do it herself. We were taken into an examination room where she laid me gently down on the bed. When the doctor came in, she explained my symptoms, all the while touching me softly on the head. The doctor wanted to run a few tests, but needed to wheel me into another room to do them. My mom begged him to let her go with me; she knew I didn’t want to go alone, but he told her it would be best for her to stay with my father. After running the tests, the doctor left me alone and went to talk to my mom. He told her my organs were failing; there was nothing he could do to save me. I could hear her crying, and knew the news was bad.

The doctor brought me back to where my mom was waiting; she quickly came to my side, leaned down and gave me “feather kisses” on my face and told me how much she loved me. She told me everything would be okay, that the doctor was going to give me some medicine that would make me feel better. She promised to hold me tightly while he gave me the shot, knowing how much I hate needles. I barely felt the needle go in, I was concentrating on her soft cheek resting against mine, her arms wrapped around me, and her voice as she sang my favorite song, “You’re simply the best, better than all the rest, better than anyone, anyone I’ve ever met.” She told me that soon after I woke up, I would see her smiling face, and it would be a new day.

I awoke to find myself surrounded by people I had never seen before. They all seemed genuinely pleased to see me. I looked for my mom, but didn’t see her in the crowd.

A Man, who had been standing behind the crowd, came towards me. He had the kindest eyes I had ever seen. He put His hands on either side of my face and gently said, “I am sorry Cezanne, your mother is not here. She is coming though, but not for a while. I will care for you until she arrives.”

Although I had never seen Him before, I knew who He was and trusted Him. He would love me and keep me close to His side. He knew how much I would miss her and promised to console me until we could be together again. He promised to let me see her whenever I was lonely, He would let me peek down through the clouds and watch her as she works in her garden. He would allow me to see her as she looks up at the stars every night and hear her softly say, “Good night Cezanne, I love you.” He told me He would let me watch each time she walks over to the tree she carved my initials in so long ago, place her palm on the “C. T.”, and hear her as she quietly says, “I miss you, Cezanne.” He promised to let me hear her voice every time she talks about me to my father, her family, and her friends, and every time she thinks of me. He promised I could meet her at the Pearly Gates when she arrives, that I could be the first to greet her here in Heaven.

My mom was right, today is a new day. I feel comforted by Him, knowing He will be with me until she and I can be together again. I know He will give her peace in the knowledge that life on Earth is temporary, but in Heaven, it is everlasting.

There will be rejoicing when we are reunited; the angels will blow their trumpets and I will bark with joy. It will be the beginning of another new day. She and I will walk on streets of gold, sit beside cool streams, and romp and play in beautiful green pastures, forever and ever.



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