Sassy

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Relationships happen all the time but every now and then one will change your life.

Sassy

She's just a girl like any other, but oh so special to me. The kind of girl I've always wanted to know, and everything she was too me.
She would listen to me talk for hours and never interupt me or ask me silly questions. She was always ready to do anything I wanted and never late.
She never criticized and could say more with a look than most people.
She was my friend and enough to make me happy.

We did not start our relationship on very stable ground. She did not know anything, and I did not like her kind at all. In fact, I have a passionate dislike of anyone remotely like her. Hard to believe that she and I would ever like each other, much less live in the same house, but we did.
Sassy was and always will be my friend. She was the best friend ever, and never asked for anything but to be a part of my life.

When I first met Sassy, she was not much to look at, her brothers and sisters were all bigger and smarter than she. She was clumsy and silly and not a concern at all to me. I did not have a clue that she was going to move in. When I found out she was coming to live in my house, I got mad and ignored her, which was ok with her since she ignored me as well.

As Sassy got older, she became bolder and more possessive, she decided me and my home was hers and acted accordingly. She came and went as she pleased, no one's business, when she did come home she left food at the door or spread neatly across the floor.

Somewhere in our relationship Sassy noticed that I did not like her kind or the way they acted, she never acted that way again.
She became a different person and her actions became that of another kind, unlike her own. She would walk with my kids in the mornings to the school bus and then be there to meet them when the school bus brought them home. She would not let anyone or anything bother the children when she was around. She had proven a long time ago that no one in their right mind wanted to mess with her.

Our altercation left both of us with a better understanding of just who the boss was going to be. She was strong and fast, but I am bigger and just as mean as she, the outcome, not exactly what she had expected it to be.
After our fight, Sassy changed, quit ignoring me, started hanging out with me. Sassy would hop in the car and wait whenever she thought I should go somewhere to do something. Sassy would do what she wanted to do, nor was it a wise choice not to let her go somewhere if she wanted to.
In the car she rarely made a sound, didn't care if the radio was off or on, never wanted to go in or get out of the car. She would sit in the car and patiently wait no matter how far.

When I shaved and brushed my teeth in the morning, she would walk right in the bathroom and watch me without a sound. Sometimes she would look at me and make a face as if to say "Just what in the world are you trying to do anyway?" But she never made a sound.
In the house she made herself at home and did whatever she pleased. Sometimes lying on the bed, she would come in and lie with me, moving slowly, gradually to take whole bed, just to see if I would leave.
As stubborn as her, as it were, never gave her the satisfaction of making me leave.

I still do not know just when Sassy became a part of my life. The change so gradual and she so persistantly calm that I never noticed when the change in me occurred. One day I did not like her at all and the next I realized that I cared for her as my friend and that she had somehow become an important part of my life.

It was several days before I knew she was missing since she came and went as she pleased for as long as I could remember. After the fourth day my wife became worried and called the local authorities to report her absence. That is when we were told that a girl fitting her description had been found, held for the mandantory three days, after which she was put to sleep.

We told the kids Sassy had decided to move, my wife and I agreed that they would be better off with that version of the story and left it at that. My wife handled the loss of Sassy much better than I. The news about Sassy upset my wife for a few days but she gradually forgot about her over time.

She has never left me and sometimes I can still see her watching me, just catching a glimpse in the corner of my eye. I am not quick enough to get a good look at her, but I know she is still out there watching out for me. I still don't like her kind and I probably never will, but Sassy was my friend and she will always be with me.

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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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