Near Death Experiences
I have never had a near death experience, although I have had the wind knocked out of me. I’m doing some homework and listening to my favorite radio program, Coast to Coast AM. It’s not on the air in Montreal, one of the reasons I didn’t like living there. It’s a super crazy program, sometimes they talk about earthquakes, sometimes ghosts, sometimes aliens, remote viewing, all kinds of things that I like.
Tonight the topic is near death experiences.
I hope there’s something after we all die. It seems like such a shame for someone to gather so much life experience and then just die and have all that disappear with them. Plus I don’t like the idea of never getting to see someone again.
I hope there is an after life for rats. If there is, I know Nikolas is there, waiting for me.
Nikolas was the best rat in the entire world. He was my best friend for the majority of my art school experience. I got him when he was just a little baby, a fussy triangle face and climbing all over me danging off my glasses. He liked to steal my food, once he got away with an entire pie. He would also dance on my feet until I picked him up and carried him around. He hated granny smith apples, once I gave him a whole bunch and he just flung them out of his bowl, all stubborn. He was also the victim of two unfortunate meetings with candle flames, totally singeing his whiskers.
One he tried to eat my thai food, but it was too spicy and he started licking the carpet trying to get the taste out of his mouth.
He also gave dirty looks to my lover any time we had sex in front of him.
I hope to see him again, I know he’ll be dancing at my feet, asking if I brought him a pie. His death devastated me. He was pretty special, no other rat has charmed me so completely. I used to sing Hey Nicky you’re so fine to him.