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Bugsy (My Rather Short Happy Life)
By Sheri C. Uy
Sunday, November 18, 2007

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"A story of survival, finding true love and finally letting go. I'm not sure what lesson my story will convey to the readers but this is my life and I want the world to have a look inside of it in the hope that somehow, I will be able to touch lives too."

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My tiny eyelids started to become heavy as that familiar feeling silently crept. Thoughts so vivid, beautiful and endless started to flash like a slideshow before me.

The bright little girl danced like there was no tomorrow. Her laugh sounded like tinkling ice in a glass of wine. I knew she finally discovered me in my hiding place. I came out and she joyfully scooped me in her little arms, almost smothering me. “Aha! I found you!” She shouted victoriously. I was pinched and squeezed and hugged that I thought I’d die with lack of air. But I didn’t mind, I was happy.

I spent my early days at a pet shop where everyone took turns in feeding the likes of me. We never knew what would happen next, which one of us would be sold and when to be picked up. I for myself wished that someday, someone with a kind heart would buy me and take me home. Day by day, I watched my friends and siblings play and fight each other. And sometimes, I would join in the rumble too. I am proud to say that I always managed to get out unscathed. I was the toughest guy in my brood!

My parents were a loving couple and our family grew rapidly. I always thought that my father wanted to get close to my mother all the time. “Jheeez, again?” Exclaimed the storekeeper as another batch of my new siblings came into view. ‘Mother was really one healthy creature!’ But I wasn’t happy at all with the new batch since our small abode was starting to be overcrowded. It also meant less food and more fighting and trying to scratch each other’s eyes out just to get a little bit more chunks to eat. What worried me the most was that my parents couldn’t seem to stop... well, feeling amorous most of the time. I gathered that it was in our nature since my kind had the thickest population in that pet shop. “Gee, this is really alarming!” I told myself and resolved that to be brought home by a master, just like my other friends who went ahead, would be the answer to all my woes. I knew that people who came by to take one of us were called masters, and I knew too, that there was a Greater Master who took care of everyone. From then on, I would plan ahead what antics to show each time someone took a peek at our brood. "I have to get my ass out of this predicament. Enough is enough!" I said to myself over and over again.

The days of glitter our keepers called Christmas, was just a few winks away. Men and women came by and took my friends and siblings one by one. I learned that most of them would be given as presents during the season. I was starting to lose hope because no one ever took notice of me no matter how I jumped crazily and made little noises. They were not interested in me at all. Something just wasn't right. Ok, so I wasn’t good looking like my brothers and sisters, but they sure missed the chance to have the coolest, brightest, well… I really don’t know what else to say anymore. I felt heartbroken that no one wanted me.

I was already resigned to my fate when one beautiful morning, a lad came near my corner and peered at me. I looked back at him with disinterested eyes. I knew what would happen next. I was now used to rejection that I was devoid of any feeling of anticipation and excitement anymore. My antics obviously never worked.

“Thank you, may I take him now?” I heard the lad say. Then, as if in a daze, I felt nimble hands on my body that gently carried me out from that artificially lighted shop to the blinding sunshine. I quickly shut my eyes as I tried to accustom my eyes to the brightness of the world outside. I was momentarily confused and wondered where we were going. Then a sweet realization slowly dawned on me. My prayers were answered! The owner of these hands that were gently holding me was going to be my master. I took one last look at the pet shop and decided it was time for me to finally move on and embark on a journey to a new world.
I was ecstatic and I jumped out of his hold the moment we entered the apartment where he lived. “Eeeeeh! What was that??” A shrill voice which obviously belonged to a woman, almost broke my eardrums. In a flash, she was on top a small table. What was the matter with her? My master laughed and playfully admonished the woman for screaming like mad. “Please don’t scare him, Mama. He’s not a cockroach.” I was hiding behind the foot of what looked like a small building to me, which I later learned as a box that makes chilled water, a thing they called refrigerator.

“Scare him? Well, you just chased the wits out of me with that thing! I thought it was a cockroach that swished past me.” The woman called Mama screeched. She obviously had a problem and I half wished I were a real cockroach so I could scare her more. I felt irritated with her for plunging me into sheer confusion. What was that about cockroaches anyway? We had lots of them back at the pet shop. Real harmless pack. My master found me and picked me up. He then introduced me to all the members of his family. This is my family now, I thought joyfully. Then I remembered the flock that I left behind with a little sadness. Well, their time will come, they would find their masters too or find jobs with people called magicians. Comforting thoughts. I was too happy to miss them, sounds selfish but that’s how I felt.

I spent the days of glitter with my new family. I felt that the Highest Master has not only answered my silent prayers but greatly blessed me as well. I was healthy and I felt that my heart would burst with joy every time I hear my master’s voice. He fed me with the best food that he could afford to buy with what was left of his daily allowance. I would eagerly wait for him to come back from school each afternoon. His face would light up once he saw me jumping up and down my little cage.

But let me tell you a secret. I never really liked my cage because it was painted pink! I felt silly that I lived like a lady with all the pink little bars, pink canister where I eat, and a pink little mat! I remembered one of my sisters who was taken by a lady master. Not long after she was bought, the lady master came back to the pet shop carrying my sister in what looked like a bunch of pink frills, (which I later learned as a basket) with her in the midst and adorned with pink ribbons too! Phony, way, way too phony! Poor sister. I always thought of myself as a tough guy, and now… well, it was actually the woman whom my master called Mama who insisted on the pink cage and I wanted to bite her delicate fingers each time she fed me with carrots and green stalks! Anyway, notwithstanding my macho arrogance, my days at the pink cage eagerly waiting for my master and frequently visited by the little dancing girl, were happy days of my life.

I never expected that there would also be days of sadness in my home.

One day, I saw my master crying. Mama was angry and was yelling at him. I felt that he did something so wrong. He just sat there and said nothing. When Mama was done with her litany, she went outside and my master closed the door and took out something from his pocket. He dragged and dragged at the lighted stick and I was so afraid that he would pass out as he started to look dazed and weakened. His movements became slow and sluggish. His eyes looked dilated and started losing its sparkle. I panicked and felt frustrated that I couldn’t do anything to help him get out of that state.

Days went by and I saw less and less of my master 'til I didn't see him anymore. I was sad and my heart yearned to see him each time I opened my eyes. Mama completely took his place in taking care of me. She would feed me with my usual carrots and green vegetable stalks. In the afternoon, she would take me out and let me play with a little girl. I thoroughly enjoyed running around and when I was tired, the little girl would cuddle and tickle me. I was quite content with everything around me except that I missed my master so much. I knew that he was somewhere else and he wasn’t well.

I noticed that Mama went out every morning. I found out later that she regularly went to a place called clinic run by men in white garbs, to visit my master. Somehow, that one word doctor sank into my tiny brain and correlated it with a healing place. I experienced being brought there once. Only I wasn’t sure if my master and I had the same ailment. Mine was quite serious. My nose was always wet and my siblings started to be afflicted with it too, so we were brought to a clinic to be treated and I heard someone say “doctor” to the man who was carefully examining me.

Now, I was quite sure that my master was sick. I was silently praying for him. I knew how bad it could get. Some of my friends died from it and I was too worried for my master. Oh, Greater Master, please heal him! My heart cried out in anguish. My desire to see him was great. What was wrong with him? Why was he taken away? Why was Mama sad all the time? Was it so serious? I was going crazy.

Many more days passed and I grew bigger. Mama ordered a larger place for me but my sadness never left me, until that afternoon. It was the happiest moment of my life. My master came back! My heart leapt as I saw him opened the gate leading to the apartment. Mama walked behind him carrying stuffs. He came straight to where I was and took me in his arms and pressed me close to his heart. I said an earnest prayer of thanksgiving. He was well again! Oh, thank you Greater Master!

Mama prepared a special dinner for all of us. She bought delicious canned food for me. There was an air of celebration all around. I learned further that my master just came out of confinement from a place they called rehabilitation center. Trying to understand these things was a tiresome exercise for me so, i just quit listening. I didn't care where my master came from and why, what was important to me was that he was home.  

That night, they did not put me back in my cage but allowed me to stay in their room. I was so excited by the vastness of the space that I wandered around the apartment in the middle of the night. The joy of my master’s coming home and the excitement of freely running and jumping around a place many times bigger than my cage was sure to last forever.

I was dead wrong!

As I perched on a hole near the kitchen floor, something bit me. My hair bristled in terror as I turned to look into a pair of huge dark eyes! I ran back to my master’s bed as fast as I could, acutely aware of the pain on my nape where I was bitten. Suddenly, my legs felt like jelly and I began to feel lethargic. I never knew what it was that bit me.

“What is wrong with him?” Faintly, I heard the worried voice of Mama. “I gave him his usual carrots and green stalks but he did not touch any.” My master carefully examined the nape of my neck. He got that serious look on his face while dressing that nasty bite. Later, they decided to bring me to a doctor they called a vet while I grew weaker and weaker with every hour that passed. I tried with all my might to come back, but that sense of lethargy once again claimed me.


The faint sounds around me started to fade, the light slowly leaving my sight. I could still see Mama crying, that unmistakable pain in my master’s young face and the bewildered look upon the little girl’s eyes. I knew I was dying. The unknown venom was unstoppably robbing me of my happy life.

In my last moments, I said a silent prayer again. I thanked the Greater Master once more because I felt that I was truly loved, and I found a family that I could call mine. I had a home and I knew I belonged there, if only for a while. My personal experiences with this family taught me so much. I realized then that even if my master wasn’t the best son of all, he had a loving and compassionate heart. He was a special creature with flaws on the sides. No matter what he did, I simply loved him.

My heart was beating ever slowly, almost to a halt. With all the energy I could muster, I opened my eyes and looked at him for the last time. I saw his young face intent on me. Then I moved my sight to the tearful little girl beside him who was trying to reach for me, and a surprisingly calm Mama keeping hold of her. My family. Without ever understanding how, the message of that last look conveyed to my master that my time with them was done. It was time for me to go. I saw a wayward tear escaped his eyes as the last vestige of strength left me. When the angels came to finally close my eyes, I smiled and happily succumbed.

My loving family laid me to rest in a little grave that is really a place of bliss and tranquility. I knew they miss me and I sure miss them too. Someday, I will see them again in another place and time and I will patiently wait.

My name is Bugsy and I was just a little rabbit.

 
       
     
 
 


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Reviewed by E. Richardson 2/4/2010
I like your style, Sheri. I think it's very unique the way you personify Bugsy in your story. It has a touching quality that draws the reader in and have a close up peek of how a bunny thinks and feels. Wonderful story.
Reviewed by M. Rafferty 1/29/2010
A touching story about someone special, a loyal friend and a fun pet. Your Bugsy rocks, Sheri. Two years late isn't so bad, the thing is, i haven't missed out on this captivating story.
Matt
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart 1/28/2010
Sheri, what a tender story of someone small and precious, brought my heartfelt tears. Well penned and wonderfully emotive.
Reviewed by Richard Mender 1/14/2008
A cute bunny story with lots of fun. enjoyed.

Richard
Reviewed by Mimi Moxley 1/8/2008
Very endearing story
Reviewed by C. Borris 1/8/2008
A nice and funny bunny story. Enjoyed.

Caroline
Reviewed by T. Schwimmer 1/5/2008
Intelligent, funny, lovable Bunny! This is a light and wonderful story, Sheri. Well done!

Best wishes,
Tanya
Reviewed by Marigold Johnson 12/9/2007
How could i have missed this one, Sheri? This is just a wonderful story. Serious yet funny. I've been reading a lot of short stories lately and i wasn't prepared with the rush of interesting and amazing talents here in AuthorsDen. And you're one of them! It's good to be here. Keep writing.

In Christ,
MNJ
Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen 11/25/2007
This was a wonderful story, I love reading from a bunnies point of view, I was raised around bunnies, my Grandpa Bob raised Rabbits for 4-H, this took me back
God Bless
Michelle~
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 11/24/2007
Oh, this is so heart touching, Sheri! Beautiful story from the bunny's point of view; enjoyed this one! Yes, Bugsy is/was a one-of-a-kind bunny! He lives on in this story!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)

Saving this one! :)
Reviewed by Jean Pike 11/23/2007
Sheri, this is one of the sweetest stories I have ever read. Just lovely. I loved the way you personified the little rabbit, making him human in his thoughts and emotions, yet still with an animal's compassion and simple way of looking at life. Your Bugsy is truly a winner!
Jean
Reviewed by Regino Gonzales, Jr. 11/19/2007
This story portrays that even the humblest of God's creations could touch our lives in a big way. We will never know to what extent Bugsy influenced his Master's destiny. But he sure brought out the best in him.

Great story! Thanks, dearest, for writing and sharing this piece. GodBless.

Regino




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