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Traveling Companions

Traveling Companions



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A poignant tale of parting. Clarence Bocker lived a full life and his distorted memories was more satisfying than reality.
A poignant tale of parting. Clarence Bocker lived a full life and his distorted memories was more satisfying than reality.

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 Author: Gerald BosackerBosacker@aol.com 3004 Lakefront Lane727/734-7268TRAVELING COMPANIONS
(1000 words)Clarence Bocker, born in poverty and injury afflicted,survived his hard life to host his ninety-third birthday. Twovisitors came. James, his only son and sole survivor, brought apackage of Clarence
s favorite bitter-sweet chocolate drops alongwith an expensive greeting card bearing best wishes. James hadnot visited since the year before when he brought his father theconfusing news of the death of his mother, Rose. Rose wasClarence Bocker
s beloved and only wife. James had difficultyaccepting Clarence
s apparent lack of grief over Rose and foundit easier to put off of coming until now.Nor did Clarence even recognize James except as the peskyfellow who had came around several times with an exceedingly old,fat and wrinkled lady that insisted on kissing Clarence goodbye,while crying messy tears. The pesky man had said,
This isROSE, your wife, don
t you remember?
 Clarence knew this was nonsense! Rose was beautiful andslim as a young willow that turned in the wind, always moving asif she was brimming over with energy. His sweet Rose had stopped
coming years ago. The persistent man had even claimed that shewas his mother, which didn
t make sense to Clarence since thepesky man also confusingly claimed to be Clarence
s only son.Clarence did not remember any son.James seemed insulted to be forgotten, but did not seemoffended that Clarence did not recognize any of the SilvertipManor
nurses or staff who daily bathed, fed and humored hisfather. They were more conditioned to the anomaly of a healthybody hosting a brain that died early, by stealthily inchingtoward oblivion one small step each day.Ah, but the other birthday visitor, Clarence immediatelyrecognized. He had last seen his dear old friend Spot eightyyears ago when they would fetch the cows together from thepasture way across the county road, for the evening milking. AllClarence would did was open the fence gate and Spot
would eagerlyand masterfully bound up the pasture toward the cows most oftencongregated at the pasture
s far end where the creek hadattracted a few shady cottonwoods. Clarence would wait at thegate while his dependable shepherd brought all the cows to thelane, expertly nipping at the heels of the au courant Boss Cowjust enough to move all of the obedient followers.At that very road crossing, he had said a tearful good-bye
to his constant companion and best friend. Clarence rememberedclearly his great sadness and profound guilt. Spot had stopped inthe middle of the road, while he stood terrified on one side andhis equally distraught father on the other. They calledsimultaneously for their endangered dog.
Spot stood there,puzzled at opposing calls from his two masters. The faithful and
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obedient dog ignored the oncoming Model A Ford, filled with acarload of city folk who stopped and feebly commiserated overSpot
s death, then hastily left.His Dad had tried to assure Clarence that Spot
had not beenconfused by their frantic calls but instead, was dutifullywaiting for one last straggling cow to safely cross. Clarence hadwished the cow had been hit instead. A dead cow meant beef onthe table, instead of stringy old hens too old to lay eggs.Times were tough on that small Wisconsin dairy farm, but thefamily always ate from their own, but not too fancy.Dad brought home a new Border Collie pup, from the samefamily that had given them Spot
Clarence never even named him,calling him Pup, Shep or even, just Dog. He too grew to be areliable cow dog, didn
t kill chickens or scare the sheep, butClarence did not share his bed or tell secrets to the new dog.

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