My Memories of Lives: A Hennoire

Part 1: Houston Floods

The water is seeping in. I am starting fights with my brethren of cages so they don’t lose their spirit. We all know we could die, but I cannot lose anyone to thinking they should die. There is no flight from these cages and water, so I coerce them to fight.

My four perfectly petite black feet are starting to get wet now.

The humans have to know we are here, they fed us not yesterday. My back still holds the warmth of the feeder’s paw.

The baby yips have stopped in the cage next to mine as the water grows. I stand pressed against our shared cage wall and keep watch over his little body. I have the cage pressed to my back when two beams of light and shouting splashies interrupt my instincts.

Someone starts screaming my branded slur, and the names of the other animals of the cages. They call after baby yip, but the yips found flight to the Gods now. I guided his passage myself. That is what I have always done.

They dry my long snout and resounding ears first.

Part 2: Choosing Kathy

I feel grateful so I sit quiet. I also sit quiet so I am not chosen by someone I would not chose for myself. I sit to the back. I wait. I watch the souls of the beasts around me. I do not wish to watch anyone else die. For my heart and heels cannot stand the passage again.

A lady is walking up and she does not breathe hard or race forward, she does not seem to see anyone else. She is quiet too I think. ‘

This one will be mine. I can feel the weight of her heart, and it matches mine. Her truth and justice.

Hopefully her heart can all tell her how stupid and incongruent my name is for me.

We are bonded forever. She gives pets without treating me as a pet. I love her already and will defend her and her bloodline at all costs. I am reminded of my past life in which I was unconcerned with protecting the living, but here I am. Changing for the first time in a thousand lifetimes. I feel more powerful, but less a God.

Part 3: Shredded Documents

My paperwork clearly states that my lack of paperwork is due to the fact that I disposed of it properly. A good story lasts a lot longer on a tongue than a dying tree carcass. I have always said that.

Kathy is delighted. She lets me into a little secret – she raises wild women, and is violently proud of them. I too am now one of Kathy’s Wild Women. I try to use my eyes to tell her I shredded them for defamation. She responds in this moment with a declaration of my new name. It may not be a direct reflection on what I had just tried to say to her, but she clearly hears me. I am Henny now, and the brothel-laden ‘Foxy’ of my before is left raw on i-70 for the miscellaneous wheels to do with what they must.

I am Henny. And I feel the floodgates of my past lives flow through me at the change.

Part 4: Introduction to Kathy’s Bloodline

Kathy keeps a wolf in her fence. However, I am of Jackal descent and do not scare ever, more or less easily. His eyes are of the heavenly drowning of ice. He is Jack. and we are now Pack. I am told this is whom I am to rule and protect the bloodline with. I bite his face, and we decide I rule alone and he can stay.

Kathy discloses she has three within her bloodline. I know without consequence that my Kathy has taught their hearts well and they will treat me as she dictates. I live divinely here, yet my heart aches more to protect.

Part 4: My Bloodline Arrives.

It’s not the greatest call to arms I have had to heed my crees, but I am impressed none the less at my Kathy. She has given me a Stuart. He is scared of her and her bloodline, but I work tirelessly to comfort his woes and show him the safety in which we are extended.

The whole evening has not yet passed, and Kathy and her youngest blood have made contact with Stuart. He does it to impress me, but the child and mother are elated. And what pleases me most is that who I have chosen will choose to teach this dog strength within himself. My kingdom does prosper this evening and we are all better for it.

I feel that I have grown again towards my truest self.

Part 5: Growth with Setbacks

Kathy’s heart has interfered with my needs. Thomas arrived this afternoon. He is clearly inbred and short in wit and snout. I am blessed that my past life washes over me so frequently to keep me abstinent from the tyranny that crushed my reign previously. I have chosen to love Thomas in all his stubborn, angry-bodied, hateful little ways. I love my whole blood, which Kathy calls family, not blood, not brethren, not subjects. Everything in her house becomes family. She teaches centuries of lives in just this small span I spend with her. She uses not her words, but her life to teach. She is millenia of knowledge in a tiny human body. We really found each other.

Her heart is so pure, I do not wish to ever ferry it away from here.

Part 6: Closing Thoughts to this Life as a Dog

Although I live and die a thousand times, this is the lifetime that restored me to my old power. I once bore the Kingdom of Egypt as my child as Anubis. I was made to transition souls to the afterlife. I have lived so many wild and beautiful lives, but nothing fulfilled me more than being the leader ferrying two idiots around Kathy’s backyard and nowhere near the afterlife.