A darkness or three and a prayer.

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God has the strangest way, even with animals.  Odd what all He might see fit to call.  I felt something when I died, each time.  Even when I only should have, there was a presence. The Master.  He hadn't called me home yet, on this plain, didn't know Him well enough to recognize my own Father.

I have frightened folk, who thought I was dead.  Some knew some of the things that happened and had enough medical knowledge to assess.  Some of my family is suspicious of me.  They know most of my history on top of a few events.  More so, now, I suppose, knowing I had a really bad ticker on top of things.  Just an odd thing.  Strange to be feared by your own, if quietly... respected.

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While not an animal, I do understand this.  Some of you know, to, and probably understand a bit of what I say, after long study?  I have learned the language, just not the understandings, always.  Mind you, I think humans, disgraceful as you might be, are the only grace this planet will know.  With you is hope.  I may have once wondered.  God, however, teaches.  But I don't speak human either, always.  Can't.

The Master's call.  I am no longer lost and alone, angry and hungry, beastial only.  I am.

Good night.