Star slept soundly under the small table next to Gloria
Shepherd’s paisley rose colored, soft wingback chair. Gloria sat contentedly
beside the table knitting a toboggan-style hat, almost, but not quite sky blue,
intended to match the jacket she had knit her son and mailed him a couple of
months earlier. Probably she should have knit the hat and sent it the same time
as the jacket, though she never knew if her son wore the clothes she knit for
him. But when he received the jacket, he had called right away, couldn’t say
enough nice things, and told her the friends at his new job couldn’t say enough
good things when they saw him wear it on a weekend. Well. Okay then. She’d send
the cap she intended all along, once she got it done, grateful the adult son
liked something she made for him. It
wouldn’t take long, for sure.
Gloria hummed softly to herself, songs from her younger
days, happier times. Though not lonely now like she used to be, thanks
primarily to the sleeping dog under the table, she still missed the husband she
had lost a few years ago, missed her son so far away now and his friends she
had mothered as her own. The dog stirred in her sleep, and Gloria again veered
her thoughts to happier days, more recent times, the meeting of Revin, the young
man who worked so hard to help his mother support himself and his younger
brother and sister, and to those very same younger brother and sister children.
The sister, Devin, had called twice to set up a day to come learn from Gloria
how to knit. This afternoon Gloria planned to go to her local yarn store and
get materials for the little girl, something easy enough for small fingers, but
something to give her a real “thing” when they she has finished making it. A
scarf would work, of course. Most people started with a scarf.
Gloria sat and worked on the hat for her son and mulled over
colors for a scarf for a little girl, that child such an unexpected gift at
this time of her life. Her grown son showed no interest in settling down and
giving her grandchildren. To share the excitement and joy a child brings to a
day made Gloria’s heart lift a bit, and she smiled just thinking about it.
It also, she knew, in the reality of it made her tired.
“There’s a reason,” she remembered her own mother saying, “young adults have children.”
Star stood under the table, took a step, and stretched her
front legs as far as she could in front of her, lifting her hind quarters as
far as possible in the air, creating the perfect “bow” pose, but really just
stretching. Gloria held her knitting still, appreciating Star’s perfect “sock”
front legs, the gleaming white markings from her feet up almost half way up
those legs, shining even under the faint light under the table. One of her back
legs also wore such a white sock, but her other back leg had just a white foot.
Whenever Star moved in darkness, she resembled disembodied feet and legs, the
blaze of her face hovering above her feet, one white flame marking the end of
her tail.
Now, though, the head that almost stretched to the floor, shimmered
black, except for that brilliant white fur starting at her coal nose and moving
over her snout, spreading between her eyes ending with the star shape on her
head that gave her the name. Reaching as far forward and raising her back end
as far as possible, Star took a step and reversed the directions of her body
parts, now lifting her head as high as she could while stretching her hind legs
as far behind her as they would stretch. She ended the whole thing with a
vigorous shake that began at her nose and worked its way back to the
shining
white tip of her tail, that blot of white shining as she waved that feathered
tail back and forth throughout a day. (“How,” often wondered Gloria, “do you
shake a nose?) She then sat on the floor
and looked at Gloria, who got up from her chair and walked with the dog to the
back door, opened it, and let Star into the back yard.
“Don’t leave the yard!” Gloria commanded.
“As if…..” wafted through Gloria’s mind, and Gloria did not
even blink. She did, though, shake her head, smiling. When she first started
catching snatches of mental conversation from her unusual dog, she never sensed
any kind of attitude, only the kindness that truly captured the personality of
the dog. As Star’s health improved over
the days of rest and good food, every once in awhile, Gloria felt Star’s humor
emerge, noticed her, when Gloria admittedly missed the obvious (“the light to
cross has been green awhile now,” Star had one time conveyed to her at a street
corner), Gloria sensed that Star might have, well, an opinion about Gloria’s, er, deficiencies. At that moment, as they
hurried across the street, watching the light flash the yellow that meant
“you’re about to have to stand there again on that corner!” she all but felt
the dogs eyes roll.
Gloria’s heart gladdened with the emerging personality of
her dog, too. In fact, the couple of months, or so, since Christmas had been
good ones for Gloria, mainly due to Star.
Still smiling, Gloria prepared for her walk to the yarn store.
Granted, the temperatures had risen above freezing, but not
enough to amble along, so Gloria and Star hurried the few blocks to the yarn
store. When Gloria walked in with Star, no one even blinked; Star walked to the
corner and lay down, a good dog, and waited patiently for Gloria to finish—as
far
as most people knew. Every once in awhile, though, a stray thought drifted
through Gloria’s head as she sifted through various yarns; apparently Star
didn’t like waiting. “I like that one….” Or “Are you about through?” or “Do we
need to make another trip later? I may need to go outside…”
See? Star was having opinions.
Gloria, though, refused to be hurried, and finally selected
a soft, pink, bulky yarn, perfect for a little girl, and some needles of a size
small hands could manipulate for learning. As the cashier rang up the items,
Star quietly made her way to the door.
“Look at that!” another customer exclaimed, “that dog acts
like she knows you’re done!”
Gloria didn’t look towards the door….she didn’t want to see
her dog’s reaction. Even not-too-smart dogs learned signs like “my owner has
finished shopping.” If she was anything at all, Star was NOT not-too-smart.
Once outside, though, the dog’s tail wagged, and she headed
again towards home. Most people, Gloria thought, would be insulted for hours by
a comment that disparaged them along the
lines the dog had just heard.. Dogs really do live in the now. Take a
lesson.
Suddenly, Star stopped.
She halted so quickly, in fact, that Gloria almost fell over her.
Looking down, she saw her dog crouched as if to attack….something. Following
that crouching wolf creature’s gaze, there appeared to be that something in a
small evergreen bush of some kind. Star made no sound, but those deep, brown
eyes almost burned. Gloria froze herself.
She didn’t know much about border collie dogs, really
nothing before Star showed up at her house on Christmas Day. Actually, she had
not realized that Star was a border
collie till she started trying to learn about her amazing dog. Since then, she
had read a few articles at the library about this dog breed, and she realized
that the pose Star now held would, if she faced a sheep, move the sheep back,
probably a step at a time.
However, the bush into which Star glared at the moment
surely had no fleece or hooves. What the heck held her attention that way?
Gloria tugged lightly on the leash. “Star, come!” she lightly chirped.
Not once, ever, in the months they had been together had
Star ever outright ignored Gloria—till now.
“Star! Star, let’s go!”
As Gloria studied the dog, she thought, “I might as well
tell the bush to grow horns.”
And then, Gloria laughed, because across her mind had breathed
the words, “You’d sound pretty dumb.”
Well, at least Star still knew Gloria was there…..
Then Star took one step…just one. She still crouched, still
had her head lowered between her shoulders, still stared hard, but she did move one step closer to the bush.
“Okay, Star,” said Gloria softly. “What is it?”
And then, Gloria heard a tiny, quiet, “E-e-e-o-o-w?”
Star moved another step.
“E-e-e-e-e-o-w.”
Gloria dropped the leash she held and moved forward slowly,
placing the bag from the yarn store on the sidewalk. When she finally reached
the bush, she leaned forward, trying to see inside the dense bush when suddenly
two tiny green-ish eyes glowed up at her. “Oh-h-h!” she breathed.
“Get him, please.” Star, of course, inside her head. Gloria
looked over at the dog. Star had stood up straight now, watching Gloria
intently. Easy for her to say…..well, was it? She had never wondered if those
sending of thoughts the dog managed took hard work or not. For now, Gloria
filed that to think about at a later time. Now she looked again at the eyes
peering out at her.
Around the green-ish eyes white fur stuck out in all
directions; a small black triangle nose snuffled in, out, out, as the tiny
creature breathed. When, again, it opened its mouth to make a sound, the small
pink tongue showed itself over tiny teeth.
“Where did you come from?” Gloria asked, watching the
miniscule kitten back away.”
“Oh…..” breathed Gloria, wondering how she would ever get
the little creature out from it’s hiding place.
“E-o-o-ow.”
Gloria reached, and the kitten, again, backed up, eyes
growing rounder, looking up in fear, swatting with its petite paw, and,
gathering itself, managed as ferocious—and cute—a “s-s-s-s-s” as something that
small could project, clearly a warning to watch out! a warrior cat waited here!
Gloria smiled at the hiss, but still did not want to reach
and push it farther back under the bush. Then she saw Star stroll around to the
side of the bush, shove her head forward until it disappeared into the leaves,
and then “w-h-i-r-r-r” a tiny kitten flew out and plopped at Gloria’s feet.
If possible, its eyes grew even larger and rounder; the
green deepened, and all hissing or meowing stopped. Frozen in place, the kitten
shivered and tried to shrink inside itself—until a much larger pink tongue from
the other animal present started to work, licking it up one side and down the
other, knocking it to its side, then continuing to lick, lick, until the white
coat was glued to the little feline’s body, the round eyes now squinched shut,
and the kitten forgot its fear trying to escape the unexpected and inexplicable
bath.
“Star!” Gloria exclaimed, “give the cat a break.” Looking
down, she said, “Come here, little one…..are you a boy or a girl?”
“I told you to pick him
up.” The thought sharply crossed Gloria’s mind. Star certainly had attitude
today….
Gloria picked up the little cat, who easily fit in one hand,
slipped it in her pocket, picked up her bag, and they headed home.
Once again, Star became the perfectly-trained dog, walking
along at Gloria’s side, as if it would never enter her head to not do exactly
what Gloria asked.
Entering the kitchen, Gloria lifted the kitten from her
pocket and grabbed—Heaven help her—a dish cloth from the counter, folded, but not
yet put away, to rub him dry from Star’s recent bath and make him feel sheltered
and held, then set him on the floor in the kitchen. “Now, what do we call you?”
she asked.
The kitten sat still, no longer shivering , but still
keeping those big eyes on Gloria, with quick glimpses at Star. Perhaps he
worried Star might start cleaning him again…..
Gloria had to admit that the kitten’s white hair looked much
different, smoothed out a bit, after Star’s bath and her drying. Star, meanwhile,
sat nearby, watching the little cat with that border collie “eye,” before any
thought of leaving might enter that teeny head. Gloria stepped to the
refrigerator for milk, poured some in a small bowl, warmed it a bit in the microwave,
and set it in front of the kitten on the floor. The
kitten looked up again at her,
those big green-ish eyes looking greener than ever as the little fellow warmed.
His nose twitched, and he began to lap milk like he had not had anything to eat
or drink in days…..which, maybe, he hadn’t.
As he lifted his head, licking his mouth of its milk
mustache, Gloria smiled, patted his little head, and said, “Hello, Jade.” What
a perfect name, she thought. Jade, like the green of his eyes.
“What’s jade?” floated into her brain……
Gloria stopped briefly and looked at her dog. Such was their
relationship, she forgot frequently that Star really was a true, canine dog and
not more than that. The communication they shared so bonded them that Star felt
much more a friend or child than a ‘mere’ dog, if there is such a thing.
“Jade,” Gloria explained, “is a stone that is made into
jewelry sometimes or pottery or…..other stuff. It is green. Since this little
guy's eyes are green, I thought that would be a good name for him. It kind of
goes with his eyes.”
Star sat and looked thoughtfully at Gloria. Then she shifted
and started licking the kitten again, this time more gently, cleaning milk from
his face, as the kitten, now warm, tummy full, stretched and started the sound
universal to safe, happy kittens. He purred.
In a moment he slept on his side, and Gloria lay beside him,
his back against her stomach, keeping him warm. In his sleep the kitten shifted
closer to the dog, giving a huge, tiny kitten sigh, snuggling in, for the first
time in who knew how long unafraid and happy.
Star gave a final swipe of her tongue, gently, just a last
comfortable touch, hefted a huge sigh herself, and sleep lowered her eyes.
Gloria, smiling as she watched this domestic scene, started to return to her
knitting. As she turned, right before Star’s eyes closed completely, she felt
in her mind, “I don’t see color very well. He likes his name, though.”
Gloria’s heart swelled, just kitten size, and felt a tear
form in her eye. How much more wonder, she wondered would this dog bring to
her? Then she froze. It hit her that she had assumed Jade was staying……oh, dear.
Vet tomorrow, cat food, litter pan…..
Star had brought Gloria a new, surrogate family and now an orphan
kitten. Such gifts, yes. But, hopefully,
Star had a limit to waifs brought to her door!
As that startling thought crossed her mind, she glanced over and saw her dog looking at her intently.
Oh......uh oh?