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Ugly
Ugly
Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew
who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly
loved three things in this world: fighting,eating
garbage, and, shall we say, love.
The combination of these things combined with a
life spent outside had their effect on Ugly. To
start with, he had only one eye, and where the
other should have been, there was a hole. He was
also missing his ear on the same side. His left
foot appeared to have been badly broken at one
time and had healed at an unnatural angle, making
him look like he was always turning the corner.
Ugly would have been a dark and light brown tabby,
striped type, except for the sores covering his head,
neck, and even his shoulders. Every time someone saw
Ugly there was the same reaction.
"That's one UGLY cat!!!"
All the children were warned not to touch him, that
adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted
him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut
his paws in the door when he would not leave. Ugly
always had the same reaction.
If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there,
getting soaked until you gave up and quit.If you threw
things at him, he would curl his lanky body around
your feet in forgiveness.
Whenever he spied children, he would come running,
meowing frantically and bump his head against their
hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him
up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt,
earrings, whatever he could find.
One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbor's dogs.
They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly
mauled. I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I
got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly's sad
life was almost at an end.
As I picked him up and tried to carry him home, I
could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel
him struggling. It must be hurting him terribly, I
thought. Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking
sensation on my ear. Ugly, in so much pain, suffering
and obviously dying, was trying to suckle my ear. I
pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my
hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye
towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring.
Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled scarred
cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps
most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never
once did he try to bite or scratch me, try to get away
from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up
at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.<
Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I
sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking
about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so
alter my opinion about what it means to have true
pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly.
Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a
thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever
could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had
been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the
inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to
love truly and deeply -- to give my total to those
I cared for.
Many people want to be richer, more successful, well
liked, and beautiful -- except for me. I will always
try to be Ugly.
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