November 2006 Honorable Mention
Raining Cats and Dogs
by Polly Dunn
When it rains really hard, they say it
is raining cats and dogs. I disagree. I remember a time when one
storm after another kept everyone wet and worn down. Harry saved
my life on the worst day of the rain and he will always be my hero.
He calls me his best friend. You bet I am. I remember I was such
a soggy mess, clinging to a hunk of wood at what was once an intersection
that had become a lake. I didn’t even notice him until I felt
a sudden tug on the back of my neck. I’m sure my eyes showed
fear. I was paralyzed, wondering how long before the rushing water
swept me away. There was no dry place for refuge - just water everywhere
and more pouring down.
He grabbed me and waded back to where his car was parked on higher
ground. It was dry and warm inside. It was salvation. He had an
old jacket in the back seat and he put it around me. He didn’t
know me. He didn’t have to do it. That’s why we are
friends. He tells people that I give him unconditional love. He
gave that love to me first and I am only giving it back. The saying
goes that a dog is man’s best friend. I am one lucky dog to
have Harry as my best friend. I remember that day as the day it
was raining friends.