Each day was the same, he'd get puffed up and alert. Each night was the same: long nights of not moving at all. Lots of times she couldn't tell if he was alive or not because he didn't move at all. She couldn't see him breathing.
Each night she prepared for his death, but the next day would come again, same thing. Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday he positioned himself on the side of the footstool by her chair and stayed there. From just past noon straight through the evening. He never moved a muscle.
She put him on soft pretty fabrics to keep him comfortable, but lizards are not like people. They only get their claws caught in the fine strands of the fabric and then they are prisoners of the fabric until someone comes to let them go. So that wasn't working too well.
|If She Sang to Him During the Daylight Hours, Lizard was All Ears. He love to hear her sing.|
"Did you come to me for help?"
"Did you come here to die?" She got no answer.
"Is there something you want me to do for you?"
She sat with him very quietly, almost as still as he was.
Yes. Yes he said. There is something I want you to do for me.
"Just tell me what you want and I will do it for you."
He told her he wanted her to write his story. He told her that a life well-lived needed to be written. He told her of all the creatures of the earth that he had come to this world to help cross over the rainbow bridge. He said that he would be crossing over one day too. Him and many many others. He wanted her to let people know that there is more to the world than meets the eye. He wanted her to share his story so that they would know there is more to a lizard than meets the eye; there is more to everything than it seems at first glance.