I was borne June9,1999 in the afternoon.
I am llama but, I am not like others.
Breathing is hard and sometimes I must breath through my
mouth. I am hungry but swallowing is so hard.
The vet says it is a birth defect where the back of my
nose didnt finish forming. There is nothing to be done
and I will die. The vet suggested taking ending what little
life I have left.
But the guardian says no, and says my life should not be
valued less because it is measured in days instead of years.
....yet all of this I am not aware of.
Do not be sad for all I could have been and am not.
Do not cry for what I can not do.
That is not ME.
I am only what fate has made me. Fate has placed
a price on my breathing and swallowing but I pay it
willingly for this life.
I saw a few sunrises and felt the suns warm kiss.
I heard the birds sing for me!
I ran and my long legs flew over the ground as
if I had wings.
...and at night mama protected me, and I felt safe
and warm beside her.
This is who I was. Remember me this way. Remember
who I was, not who you would wish me to be.
...and be happy for even though short my life
was full of wonder.