Dooley Carter,
Oh, what a sight he was.
Amist the sprinkling rain, sitting on the porch watching with piercing eyes that had a mischievous glint.It was like when we spotted one another, we clicked.
Maybe because we were both the youngest of the bunches. Maybe because he is a little bit clumsy, and me, well, I have two left feet sometimes.
Or maybe it was because God knew I needed Dooley at the time, and he knew Dooley wouldn’t mind.
Dooley became an instant hit, I say with a laugh, at my house, the little house on a prairie…Millie and Lucky weren’t sure to what think of this already lumbering fella….
As he grew older, he caused havoc left and right, tearing up shoes, books and even running Millie out of sight. Lucky, never fearing and thinking she was a dog, would leap like a frog at her baby brother, even though
he was double her size.
He left us once, but we discovered him again, and though we couldn’t help but grin, we knew, Dooley wouldn’t be with us much longer.
All we had to do was look at him. He was as tall as me and about 12 Luckys(the cat) would fit in him.
Just as a child outgrows clothes or a bird needs to fly the nest, Dooley needed to find a home where he could be FREE FREE to run, and roam.
A place where he could come and go, and not worry about putting his runner in a bow….
As sad as we were at his leaving, and our hearts went to heaving (I am a feature writer, not a poet)……we will always love Dooley Carter and be glad that
he was with us while he was….
Dooley was adopted by a sweet family in Laurens County-
and took up with his girlfriend, Lizzie.
He grew and grew And continued to chew and chew…(though it wasn’t pound cake he got into over there.)
Lucky still occasionally would sit by the windows and stare out into the barn or on the back porch, looking for her Dooley. Millie only recently decided that it was safe to come down from the freezer top, though at times little Bowser does remind her of the lumbering Dooley.
Today, we found out that Dooley got hit by a car, and passed away. He is buried somewhere in between here and there. He had his day that is for sure-roaming here and there and becoming famous or infamous
with the readers of The Times Journal.
We will miss him..
With Love,
| Dooley Carter |
| 2, Jan 2005 |
| Becky |