Paula had a certain magnetism with animals.
Dogs and cats always approached her on the
streets as if she were not a stranger to them.
My dog, Bo, like her more than me despite
the fact that I was the one who fed and housed
Bo and rescued him from a dog pound.
But the most amazing example of Paula’s
charisma with animals was when we went
camping in upstate New York and a family
of deer gathered around her as if she were
one of them.
But ran off when they saw me, and I don’t
even hunt. Foolish as it was, I felt a little
jealous of Paul’s gift with animals that
day.
But I was as drawn to her as the animals were
and chided myself for being jealous of Paula’s
incredible charisma with them.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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