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UGLY
From: Inspirational Angels

Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew
who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three
things in this world: Fighting, eating garbage, and, shall we say,
love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent
outside had their effect on Ugly. To start with, he had only one
eye and where the other should have been was a hole.

He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left
foot appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had
healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was
always turning the corner. Ugly would have been a dark gray
tabby, striped type, except for the sores covering his head, neck,
and even his shoulders. Every time someone saw Ugly there
was the same reaction.

"That's one UGLY cat!!!".

All the children were warned not to touch him
, the
adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when
he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door
when he would not leave.

Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the
hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you
gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his
lanky body around your feet in forgiveness.

Whenever he spied children, he would come running,
meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands,
begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would
immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he
could find.

One day, Ugly shared his love with the neighbor's
dogs. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. I
tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying,
it was apparent Ugly's sad life was almost at an end. As I picked
him up and tried to carry him home, I could hear him wheezing
and gasping, and could feel him struggling. It must be hurting
him terribly, I thought.

Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my
ear. Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying, was
trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he
bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his
one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound
of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled scarred cat
was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.

At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful,
loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or
scratch me, try to get away from me, or struggle in any way.
Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve
his pain.

Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat
and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one
scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about
what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally
and truly.

Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a
thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and
for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the
outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to
move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to
those I cared for.

Many people want to be richer, more successful, well
liked, beautiful, but for me . . . .

I will always try to be Ugly.
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