The Life And Times Of Zorro The Cat
by Zorro the Cat
Hello, I’m Zorro the Cat. I came into this world in Amman, Jordan on September 21, 2008. Nine days later, on September 30th, I was abandoned with my brother Zeus. We were tossed onto a garbage heap at the end of a Maqtal al Fayez Street. Our Kitty Mommy was gone, our other brothers and sisters were gone, there was the scent of danger everywhere around us. We huddled together and shivered with fear. Just them Afnan and Jon happened to drive by with their windows down. I cried out as loud as I could for a nine day old kitten — “MEEEEOOOOWWW!”
Afnan was driving and she heard me cry, then she saw us. She he hit the brakes and jumped out. I remember Jon was sitting in the passenger seat. He didn’t like cats.
“Afnan, don’t pick up those cats! No, do not pick up those cats!”
But it was too late. Afnan sat down in the garbage and we crawled to her. She lifted us both into her arms. I remember seeing Jon in the car with his head in his hands.
“Oh crap, she picked up the cats.”
Afnan carried us back to the car and got in.
“We can’t leave them here, Jon, they’ll die.”
That’s when Jon looked at me and Zeus. Maybe he didn’t like cats, but he knew Afnan was right. We would die. Probably within the next few hours. We had no water, our Mommy was gone so we had no milk, and the sun was beating down on us and our fur wasn’t yet thick enough to protect us from the heat. Jon also knew that in Jordan there was no such thing as a shelter for abandoned kittens. Tens of thousands of abandoned and stray cats struggle to survive in Amman’s streets. They are lonely and hungry, and in the winter they get very cold. They contract diseases and they die in terrible ways.
“Well, we’d better take them home,” Jon said.
“Just for now. We’ll give them to my nieces and nephews. I promise,” Afnan said.
I remember Jon shook his head and with a very grumpy voice he said, “No we won’t. You picked them up, they are our responsibility now. We just adopted two abandoned kittens.”
So me and Zeus went to their very nice house in Amman. Afnan carried us to the guest bedroom. Jon got a big cardboard box and fitted it with a blanket. He arranged the lid flaps to make a little shelter for us. Afnan put a small bowl of water just outside the box. I felt very safe. So did Zeus.
“We need a kitty litter,” Afnan said.
Jon said, “They haven’t started peeing yet. They’re too young.”
“How old are they?”
“A week, maybe a little more. Poor little guys.”
For a grumpy guy who didn’t like cats, he knew a lot about kittens. For example he knew that most abandoned kittens who were taken in off the street like me and Zeus do not live beyond a day or two. We didn’t know it then, but we heard Jon say it to Afnan.
“Listen, Afnan” he said, “we have to be prepared that they may not make it.”
Then Jon closed the door. Me and Zeus were alone. But it wasn’t as scary as being outside on the garbage heap. I remember we were very tired and we snuggled up to each other.
“What happened to our brothers and sisters?” Zeus said.
“I don’t know. I hope somebody nice found them, too,” I said.
Zeus licked my head.
“Well, I happy we’re together. I would be lost without you,” he said.
“Me, too. But don’t worry, Zeus. We’re brothers forever.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
And we fell asleep.
The next day we woke when Jon opened the door. We came out from our box to say Good Morning. Jon smiled like he was happy to see us still alive. And we let him know how happy we were to see him, too.
“Mew, mew, mew,” Zeus said.
“Meow, meow, meow,” I said.
Then Afnan rushed in the room and cried with happiness. She picked us up, sat on the bed and cradled us in her arms. She sang Arabic nursery rhymes as we pawed her bathrobe the way we pawed out mommy’s fur when she feed us. Because we knew she was our new Mommy.
Jon watched Afnan caring for us. He scratched my head a little.
“Wow,” Jon said. ‘They made it through the night.”
That’s when he gave us our names. We didn’t have names before then, even though I said our names before. Jon called me Zorro because he said it looked like I was wearing a mask. He called my brother Zeus because he was smaller than me and would need all the help he could get. And that’s when we knew Jon was our new Daddy. And because they saved us on September 30, 2007, me and Zeus decided that would be our new birthday.
Mommy made formulas for us to drink, Daddy looked into our eyes everyday a lot to see if we showed any signs of being sick. Mommy bathed us with a warm washcloth a few times a day to keep us clean and remind us of how our kitty Mommy would comfort us. And Daddy would set us on the balcony for twenty minutes a day so the sun would kill any parasites on our skin. We grew stronger each day. And each day we were less afraid. Sometimes Zeus would say — “Do you think we’ll be okay now, Mister, Zorro?”
And I always said, “Yes, I think so, Mister Zeus.”
We lived in the guest room for a week so that we would know this was our home and we became the most playful and happy of kittens. And soon we were allowed to explore our new house. A few weeks later we were able to climb onto Mommy and Daddy’s bed and we slept with them after a game of trying to catch their toes under the blanket. We loved that game. Yes, we certainly lived.
And our world got so much bigger. We lived in Amman for a few years, then we moved to Paris, France. But we traveled every few weeks on the TGV train to Lausanne where we lived in the Lausanne Palace Hotel in Switzerland. We made the train trip so many times the conductors became our friends. And in the Lausanne Palace all the maids from all the floors came to visit and play with us. And then we moved to Bourg-en-Lavaux in the vineyards above Lake Geneva.
We were indoor cats because Jon said he couldn’t bear the idea of us getting lost or killed by a car. So we spent a lot of time looking out the windows of where ever we were. In Switzerland, tourists in our little village often stopped under our window to take pictures of us. Dogs would see us, too. They said, “Bow, wow! Bow wow!” And we said, “Ha, ha on you, you dumb doggy.”
But one day we were joined by Toby the Doggy. I didn’t know why we needed a dumb dog in the house. But Mommy told me and Zeus that Jon had bad dreams sometimes and needed a friend to help him. We didn’t understand, but many nights we saw Daddy pace the floor many nights because he couldn’t sleep, and some nights he cried. Mommy said Jon had memories that haunted him. Mommy said Toby would help him.
Toby turned out to be a really nice doggy. He and Jon went on long walks together. Jon smiled a lot more. But I always made sure Toby knew his place. And I was always first for night-time, scratchy scratch when daddy went to bed.
But even Daddy knows my favorite thing was snuggle time with Mommy. She would come home from work and after she had dinner with Daddy I would climb on her lap and she would hold me. Just like I did when she first picked me up in Amman many years ago.
Mommy had to travel for work sometimes. She always asked me to help Toby in keeping an eye on Daddy. He wrote books. In fact, he wrote three books after we were found in the garbage. And he writes screenplays and even more books. And I just liked Mommy asked me, I always kept an eye on Daddy.
Some days Daddy got lost in his work and forgot to eat, or feed us. Zeus and Toby would say, “Zorro, go get Daddy.” And I would go sit on his desk until he got the message. But it was fun, too. Daddy would make dinners or order in a pizza. And while my brother Zeus was always happy with his biscuits, me and Toby were gourmets and liked to have some of whatever Daddy was having.
He always gave us the tasty bits from the back of the chicken or the bits of crispy bread from a pizza. After dinner I liked to lay on the carpet in the living room for a little nap. And I would think, “Oh, what a happy life.”
But in 2017 I was diagnosed with diabetes. I was eight years old then. I got very sick and lost lots of weight. The doctors said the best thing would be to let me live what life I had left without doing anything to intervene. The doctors would give me pain pills to keep me comfortable. But Daddy said, “That is not an option.”
So Daddy learned to give insulin injections twice a day. He always did it while I was eating. He thought I wouldn’t notice the shots. I did notice, but as a gourmet cat I was too busy eating to care. Mommy learned to give the injections, too. She always said a prayer in Arabic as she did.
The shots made me healthy again. I put on weight and I got my appetite back. And I was happy because I got to spend time with my brother Zeus.
And when we moved into a new house in Bourg-en-Lavaux in April 2020, me and Zeus had lots of new windows to look out together, every day. It was hard for us to imagine that we had never been apart in nearly twelve years of life.
One day I said, “We certainly have come a long way from a garbage heap in Jordan, Mr Zeus,”
“Indeed we have, Mr Zorro,” he said. “I’m very sure we are the happiest cats in the world.”
“Yes, I think we must be,” I said.
Then on Monday, September 13, 2020, I suddenly got very sick late at night with a bad tummy. I was vomiting and there was blood in my poop. Mommy and Daddy called the Vet and they rushed me to the clinic to see what was wrong. I was very scared but Daddy held me while the Vet give me a shot to keep me quiet. And then the Vet did all kinds of tests to see what was the matter. Mommy talked to me and touched me the whole time.
My diabetes had kicked up, but everything else was fine. The blood tests said my organs were working as normal as could be for an older cat like me. The Vet gave me shots of antibiotics, vitamins, and saline solution. And he gave Daddy some injections to give me over the next few days to make be better.
And I did get better. I was able to be with my brother and play our games a little. We liked to sit in the bathroom sink and meow and wait for Mommy or Daddy to come give us water. That was our favorite game so far in the new house. But I tired easily, and could only eat little bits of food. But Daddy kept giving in injections like the Vet said and my tummy started to get better.
September 17th was Daddy’s 70th birthday. Mommy wanted to take Daddy shopping to buy presents for him, but Daddy said they needed to stay with me all day just to make sure I was okay. So Mommy went to the garden and found a white rock. She painted “Happy Birthday” on it for Daddy. And Daddy had some wine from a friend in France. And at the end of the dinner I crawled up into Mommy’s arms and she held me like always. While I purred in Mommy’s arms I heard them talk.
“I had such big plans for today. I didn’t even get to buy you a gift,” Mommy said.
Daddy said, “Seeing Zorro in your arms is all the gift I need.”
It sounded very nice from a grumpy guy who didn’t like cats. And it was very nice to curl up in Mommy’s arms like everything was okay. But it wasn’t. This was my last good night.
After Mommy and Daddy went to bed I felt something strange. I wasn’t sure what it was, only that it scared me. I crept under the table behind Daddy’s writing desk to hide. He always hanged his coat on the chair and I felt safe and warm there. I wasn’t sure why I needed to hide, only that it was something I had to do.
Friday morning, Daddy gave me my shots and I felt better a little. I even had the energy to jump up to the bathroom sink. It was my favorite nap place in the new house. Mommy and Daddy saw me there and felt better, too.
But by evening I began to feel bad again. I walked around the house and slept where Mommy and Daddy could see me. Mommy gave me drinks of water from a syringe. Then I went to my hiding place in Daddy’s writing room. There was a TV in that room, too. Mommy and Daddy came in and watched the news while keeping an eye on me. Mommy came over a lot to scratch my head and whisper nice things to me.
I came out to eat a little on Saturday morning but I threw up and my tummy was bad again. After Mommy cleaned me and carried me for a long time, I went back to hide under the table behind Daddy’s desk. But it was okay because Daddy sat at his desk to write all day. And had music playing, like he always does. The music and the sound of his fingers tapping the keyboard made me feel safe. And he turned around a lot to look into my eyes the way he did when I was a kitten. He scratched my head and said he loved me each time.
Mommy came to see me a lot, too. She would pick me up and carry me around the house and I tried to purr for her, but it hurt too much. I knew Mommy was worried, and I wanted to get better for her. It was the biggest wish of my life. To be better for her, for Daddy, for Toby, and especially my brother Zeus.
On Saturday evening Mommy and Daddy had dinner on our courtyard balcony. The window in Daddy’s writing room opens to the balcony and I could hear them talking. I wanted to be with them but I was too weak to walk through the house or jump out the window to the balcony like I used to. So I was happy that Mommy came to find me and carry me outside. I loved being with her and Daddy. Because I knew there wasn’t much time now.
Daddy took a picture. The funny thing is it looked fine when he took it. But something happened. Because it came out all blurry.
Mommy said, “Show me.”
“No, it didn’t come out,” Daddy said.
But it did come out. Because by now my soul was beginning to leave my body. I think that’s what Daddy saw in the picture, too. But he didn’t want to say it.
I stayed with them for a while longer but I didn’t feel good again. Mommy put me on the ground and I gathered the strength to walk back to Daddy’s writing room. And I stayed there all night.
Zeus became very depressed because I was sick. Then he stopped peeing and he was in a lot of pain. Mommy and Daddy had to take him to the Vet in the middle of the night for treatment. The Vet helped him and made him better. But when he came home he didn’t come to see me. He hid under the dining room table and he stayed there. He knew I was more than sick, he knew I was dying. Even before Mommy and Daddy. But he’s a cat, and my brother. Of course he would know before anyone.
Sunday it rained all day. Daddy sat at his desk to write like always. And he checked on me all through the day. So did Mommy. I could tell they were becoming more worried. At night when Daddy tried to check my blood sugar he felt that my ears felt cold, and my paws. Mommy felt it, too.
“I’m not going to give him anymore shots. It’s not helping him anymore.”
Mommy gave me some pain medication and I felt a little better. Daddy looked in my eyes like he did when I was a kitten, then he kissed my head and let me be.
“I need to go to bed,” he said. “I’ll get up early and call the Vet. We’ll see we can do next.”
He did go to bed, but not because he needed to. Cats have very good hearing, and I heard him pull the pillow over his head and cry. Toby went to sleep just outside the bedroom door where he could keep an eye on Daddy.
Mommy carried me around the house and sang to me like always. Her voice made the pain go away. And she held my as she lay on the couch to watch T.V. I was able to purr a little. Oh, it was such a sweet moment. I wanted it to last forever. But after midnight I felt very bad and needed to get down. It was happening more and more. I would feel a wave of pain and needed to walk to get away from it, like it was chasing me. I walked to where Toby was sleeping in the hall near the bedroom door. I lay next to him. I felt better. Mommy saw me wave my tail like I was okay. She went to bed at one-thirty in the morning, leaving the lights on so I wouldn’t be afraid. She went to sleep next to Daddy.
“You take care of Zorro, Toby,” she said.
Mommy went to sleep and house was very quiet. Zeus was still hiding under the table where he had been for two days, only coming out to eat. So I was happy that Toby stayed with me. Then the pain came again. Now, Toby could smell I was dying.
“Does it hurt?” Toby said.
“Sometimes. But it feels strange more than hurting.”
“I’ll miss you.”
“Me, too. Listen, I’m sorry I smacked your snout whenever you tried to steal my food.”
“Oh, that’s okay. I deserved it.”
“I know, but I’m sorry anyway. I’d like to ask you a favor.”
“Sure, Zorro. What is it?”
“Well, I know your job is to watch over Daddy, but if you could, I’d like you to watch over my brother Zeus, too. We’ve never ever been apart.”
“Yes, he’s very afraid. He loves you so very much, you know that don’t you?”
“Oh, yes. I know. And I love him so very much. That’s why I’m asking you to watch over him.”
“I will. I promise.”
“Thank you. That’s about it, I think. I need to go hide under the table near Daddy’s desk, now.”
“You’re not going to die alone are you?”
“No. Daddy will find me when it’s time.”
“How will he know?”
“I’m not sure. But he will.”
“I’ll be here in the hall if you need me, Zorro.”
“Thank you, Toby.”
I got up to leave, but I turned back to lick Toby’s snout.
“You are my brother, too. I love you,” I said.
I found my way under the table in Daddy’s writing room, and I lay down. I waited for Daddy to come for me because I knew that’s how it would be. I stayed very still. If I did the pain went away, but then it always came back. Then it happened more and more. Then I felt my soul trying to leave my body completely. I grew frightened as my heart began to beat faster. I cried a little — and as soon as I did I heard Daddy wake up. It was three-thirty on Monday morning.
He found me under the table and picked me up. He carried me around the house for an hour. He wanted me to be better, I know he did. He talked to me and scratched my head. But my ears and paws felt ever colder to him. Then I wiggled like I wanted to get down and Daddy set me on the floor. I walked a few steps but my back legs gave out. Then I got up and walked a few more steps to a place where I knew I’d be a shadow against the light so Daddy could see what was happening — all my body mass had melted away over night. I was nothing but skin and bones.
“Oh, Jesus,” Daddy said.
He went to wake up Mommy. And he said what he said just after they found me with my brother Zeus on the garbage heap. But it wasn’t about me and Zeus, it was only about me.
“Afnan, Zorro isn’t going to make it.”
Mommy got up and wanted to hold me but I walked away from her. I wanted to be held by her, but I knew it was time for me to go — everything began to hurt. I stumbled into the kitchen and I let out a cry, like that day when Mommy and Daddy found me. Years ago it was a cry to be saved so I could live, now it was a cry for my soul be free.
Mommy looked at Daddy — “What do we do?”
“Let’s just get everyone together. It’s time to say goodbye.”
Mommy and Daddy brought me to the dining room and covered me with one of Mommy’s sweaters. The one I always loved to sleep on in her closet. It calmed me down. And then Mommy and Daddy sat close to me and talked to me for a long time. My brother Zeus came close and so did Toby. Everyone was very sad.
At six a.m. Mommy called the Vet. She couldn’t talk through her tears so Daddy explained what was happening.
“Jon,” the Vet said, “Zorro will struggle to live. He could go for a few days, but he will suffer the whole time.”
“No,” Daddy said. “We can’t let that happen.”
The Vet said he would meet us at the clinic in fifteen minutes. Mommy and Daddy got dressed then Mommy wrapped me in her sweater and she held me in her arms. I didn’t fight to get down this time. I surrendered to her the way I surrendered to her when she found me and Zeus in Amman. Daddy and Toby went to get the car and I was alone with Mommy and my brother Zeus. She put us nose-to-nose,
“Say goodbye to your brother, Zeus,” Mommy said.
I knew Zeus’s heart was breaking. He touched his nose to mine then he watched me leave. I kept my eyes on him until Mommy closed the door.
“Oh, I love you, Zeus,” I said. “You will see me again, and we will be together again. I promise.”
Mommy carried me downstairs and got in the car. Drive over the hill and through the farms in the dawning light. I remember Mommy talked softly. She opened the window so I could smell the air. When we got to the clinic, Daddy told Toby he had to stay in the car. We went inside and the Vet was waiting.
“Is there nothing more we can do?” Mommy said.
“You kept him alive for three years after he should have died. He had a very good life. But you have done all you could. There is nothing for him but suffering now.”
Mommy began to cry.
“I want to hold him,” she said.
“Of course” the Vet said. “I’ll give Zorro a sedative, first. When he is under I’ll give him a second drug. He won’t feel pain, only relief.”
The Vet administered the sedative. Mommy and Daddy carried me into the lobby and they sat on the floor. I was in Mommy’s arms and she held my head in her hand. Daddy was caressing my head, too, and looking in my eyes.
They told me they loved me, and they sang a silly song. They had a silly song for Zeus and Toby, too. They always sang the songs to us. But this was my song, and it comforted me to hear it. It was “You are my Sunshine, my only Sunshine — but they always said “Zorro” instead of “Sunshine”
I shuddered a little and then — at exactly at seven in the morning of September 21, 2020— my soul flowed from my body and into their hands with my last breath. Then I went limp in Mommy’s arms. I didn’t need the second shot.
“Is he gone?” she said.
“Yeah, he’s gone.”
The held me for a long time. It was strange but I could still feel them and hear them and see them. My soul had left my body but I was still close to them. But now there was no pain, no fear. In fact it was like finding a new window sill to sit on. I was still part of the world, just in a different way. I knew I could just leave now, but seeing Mommy and Daddy crying I knew I had to stay.
Mommy and Daddy were still crying while the Vet returned. He checked my heart with a stethoscope. I was already gone. He asked Mommy and Daddy what they wanted to do with my body. They said they wanted to bury me in their garden but needed to prepare a grave.
“Of course. Just come when you are ready. Tomorrow or the next day,” he said.
“We’ll be here first thing in the morning,” Mommy said.
Mommy and Daddy cried some more while kissing my head and saying goodbye. Which was strange. Because when they walked out the door, I followed them.
I remember Daddy seeing Toby hanging out of the open window of the car. Daddy realized he had parked right in front of the door, meaning Toby had seen and heard everything that happened in the lobby. Jon got in and gave Toby a big hug. Toby was upset because Daddy was upset.
“You’re brother is gone, buddy. He’s gone,” Daddy told him.
Mommy got in the car and cried. I wanted to let her know I was fine now. No pain, no fear. I just couldn’t figure out how to crawl up to her lap anymore.
Daddy started the car and they drove back toward home. I just floated along for the ride. They stopped at a small shop to get a cup of coffee. Mommy went inside and Daddy took Toby for a walk. Another strange thing, I could be with both of them at the same time. They were both hurting so much. And as long as they were hurting, I would never leave them.
And when Mommy came out of the shop with the coffees she saw the sun break over the Alps and light up the sky with light. Daddy saw it too.
“He’s in a better place,” Mommy said.
“Yeah,” Daddy said.
They got back home. Zeus was waiting. He couldn’t see me any better than Mommy, Daddy, or Toby. But he didn’t cry, he didn’t act sad. Because I did my best to let him know I was okay now. He was my brother. I didn’t want him to be sad. And it worked because he seemed relieved to know I was no longer suffering. Besides, I promised him I would come see him before I went away forever.
One of the wine growers in the village heard I had died and offered to dig a grave in our garden. Mommy went to meet him to show him where she wanted to it to be. Daddy stayed in the house to keep Zeus and Toby company.
They were very sad all day. And they went to bed crying. And when they turned out the lights, I went back to be near my body. But it was fine. Because I knew Mommy and Daddy would come for me in the morning. And they did, just after dawn. Toby wasn’t with them. It was just the three of us. Mommy covered me in her favorite white scarf and Daddy put me in a wicker basket.
“We’re taking you home, Zorro,” Mommy said.
And they drove me to our village and passed by the house where I lived so I could let Zeus and Toby know I had come home. They parked the car near the garden and carried me down the narrow lane. In the garden they lay the basket with my body inside on the ground near my grave. Daddy had his computer on which he writes his stories. I wondered if he was going to write one now. Instead he filled the screen with a picture of me sitting on a pizza box before one of our dinners. Daddy loved that picture, it always made him smile. And Mommy smiled when she saw the picture, too. Then they talked to me. It was nice to hear their voices telling me how much they loved me and all the things I did to bring joy to their lives. They said it was a beautiful day, birds were singing, and that they only wanted my soul to be free. Then Daddy played my silly song on a speaker.
Mommy cried and sang, Daddy cried and sang. I liked hearing their voices, it was comforting. Like hearing them sing a lullaby as I went to sleep. Then Mommy took me from the basket and she stepped a meter down into my grave to lay me down. Then she picked me up to give me one last hug. And she lay me down again while whispering prayers in Arabic. And because I was a cat from Jordan, she lay me in a way so my face looked to Mecca. That made Daddy smile. When I was all nice and comfortable, Daddy helped Mommy up and he slowly began to shovel dirt around me then on top of me. He did it carefully and gently. I heard him whisper, “I love you, Zorro.” Then they stood a while longer before Daddy took Mommy’s hand and they went home.
I wanted to follow them, but instead I stayed near my grave. I mean, I could be here and with them at the same time. Which is a good thing, because Mommy and Daddy need to feel my presence. It gives them some strength to take care of my brothers.
I saw Mommy taking Zeus for a walk in the village. He likes that. And Toby is as good as his word. He has been joining Mommy for play time with Zeus. He’s a good Doggy.
But I know Toby gets sad. And when he does he goes to sleep in my bed. He cried the first time he lay there, but now he just sleeps.
And Daddy has a candle burning atop the table where I hid before I died. He’s started to work again. Sometimes he feels I’m still there. Sometimes he turns around and he thinks he can see me.
Mommy and Daddy come to visit my grave every day. They cry less now, but they are still very sad. Then, this morning at dawn, Daddy came alone to visit my grave. He said it had been raining since he put my body in the ground, and that now there was snow in the mountains across the lake. He told me about the clouds in the sky and how it was growing colder now. He told me how Mommy, Toby, and Zeus were doing, how they all missed me. Then he said—
“Zorro, I never realized what a big place you had in my heart. I do now because there’s such a big hole I can hardly breathe. And at seventy years old — and I’m so happy you were part of my 70th birthday party— I realize how much I’ve missed in my life. I’ve always been a little broken inside. But it wasn’t until now that I realize what was wrong. You showed me by the way you lived and died that there is nothing greater a soul can do in this world than be true and kind. That’s what you were — true and kind. And I want you to know I will dedicate the rest of my life to being like you — a true and kind soul. That is as big as I want my world to be from now on.”
He turned to leave, then he stopped and looked back to me.
“I just realized something else. It’s been a hard week and I lost track of the time. Today is September 30th. Twelve years to the day that we found you and your brother on that garbage heap in Amman. Twelve wonderful years with you and your brother. I know you want to stay as long as you can. And we’re all so grateful that you are staying to comfort us. But one day you’re going to see a beautiful cloud pass overhead and you’ll know that one is your ticket to the stars. Don’t hesitate, Zorro. Make the jump. And when you’re up there you’ll always be able to see us, the way we’ll always be able look up to see you. Happy birthday, Zorro.”
After he left I watched the sky, and the sun, and the clouds. And, yes, one day I will make one more big jump and catch the cloud that will carry my soul to the stars.
I’m sure Daddy is right. That day will come. But not for awhile. Because just now someone is looking out the window of the house I lived in. He’s looking for me. I need him to know all will be well— and that I will be waiting for him in the stars.
