A Blue Perspective

I looked up at her, not sure I understood anything that she was saying.  She said it with such conviction and intensity.  She was obviously moved by the words that she spoke to me.  I can usually tell what she is saying (most of the time).  We have spent so many years together that I don't remember life with out her in it.  


I could see the car was packed with everything and they were all ready to go, even the little one.  I went to the car door to take my place, but she didn't open it.  She just looked at me with tears in her eyes.  Why was she so upset?  I have seen her this way before many times, but she would always feel better and that smile would come back to her familiar face.  The one I know so well; the one that that looks at me like I am the best thing that happened to her.  I move to the other car door and it was closed too.  I see the little one in her seat through the window waving and saying something to me.  Her lips were moving, but I couldn't hear the sounds.  She doesn't seem to be upset.   


I turn from the window and look up at her.  She looks at me, gets down on her knees and holds my head with her hands, tears streaming down her face making that stuff around her eyes drip black down her cheeks.  Then I heard those familiar comforting words that she often says, "I love you Blue".  Then she said something else that I didn't understand and got in the car, closing the door.  
Wasn't I supposed to be in there?  
Wasn't that where she wanted me to be?


I watched the car drive away down the street.  As I watched her leave, I felt a hand on my head pet me.  I looked up and saw the old man smile and say "Come on Blue, let's go for a walk."  


My favorite words!

He never makes it his business to inquire whether you are in the right or wrong, never bothers as to whether you are going up or down life's ladder, never asks whether you are rich or poor, silly or wise, sinner or saint. You are his pal. That is enough for him.

Jerome K. Jerome