Farewell Casper. You are also arrived at Your end.
It may seem strange that at a time when the whole world strives, in a desperate race of solidarity to help the people of Haiti, a victim of the earthquake, we can simultaneously move to the story of a cat, an animal, even at home.
And 'what has happened to me, reading a newspaper on the news, seemingly trivial, the death of a cat, Casper precisely, happened to come to a city far away, in England, Plymouth in the county of Devon.
But Casper was not any animal, a cat was not any, nor is any cat, any animal, for animal lovers.
Casper loved the bus, or rather a specific bus, that of line 3 of his city.
Casper was a house cat, lived on a quiet and serene English family who also spoiled with delicious biscuits of which he was greedy, but the spirit of liberty, democracy and respect, rooted for centuries in Britain, meant that the owners of Casper does not prevent him from ever leaving the house at will, and return to forever .
You could rest easy because Casper was a cat routine, coming out at the same time and roughly at the same time, was returning home. Was absent for no more than four hours. This happened every day for four years.
While respectful of the intimacy of his cat, one day his landlady, yielding to curiosity feminine and not compressible, has decided to follow him without being seen and without arouse suspicion.
He saw Casper go to the bus line 3, near a house, wait patiently in a row and composure, the arrival of the car and its reach, climb along with the other passengers on the bus. The only difference, Casper did not make the ticket.
The lady followed him on the bus, of course without getting caught for not to embarrass him and discovered, not without amazement, that Casper was well known among the regular passengers and the driver of course, that's reserved warmest welcome, even the place cedendogli reserved to him, if that had been inadvertently busy.
After completing the whole journey, deep all the warmth of his sympathy sly, Casper fell at exactly the same station from which he rose and came home, happy and satisfied at home.
All this has happened regularly, continually, assiduously for four long years, Summer and Winter, with the heat and the cold, with the sun and rain, always, with each other, visible, palpable satisfaction of all.
But one day, a sad day, Casper has reached its final stop, what fate had reserved for him
had just got off the bus at the usual stop near the house, and was trotting toward him porridge expected, when a car hit him behind pirate, killing him.
The driver did not even stop.
Farewell Casper you loved buses.
"Hello Casper" - wrote to Chris, the head of the drivers - "I know, I've lost, but one day I will lead for you in heaven."
Domenico Mazzullo
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