01-10-93 ~ 09-06-06
Mr.Wendall was the family pet.
She was a part of the family, I didn't actually know just how much until she was gone. I find myself missing her at the dumbest times, like when I'm on my last bite of something and reach down to give it to her. Or when she barks at me to go outside, or when she sleeps next to me as I play my PC games, and I can go on and on. I remember her as a puppy running down the hall and sliding into the door as she ran for her favorite toys, she wouldn't let you stop throwing them until she was worn out. Most people thought it was strange that she had a name like Mr.Wendall, but it just seemed to fit, and as I read the song lyrics now, It seems to fit even moreso now. We bought her from a family in '93 that named her after a "Arrested Development" song, which was about A homeless man, she was the last of the litter to be picked & the kids thought the nickname fit, so it stuck. I wont go into details about how she passed, because I know people don't really care. But it was a decision I felt like I had to make, not to let her suffer. I elected to not be there, and let the Vet take care of her body, I regret those 2 decisions now, and wish terribly I could've been with her, and placed her somewhere nice. Its the only death of a "loved one" Ive had to experiance as an adult, and it really scares me because I know looseing someone closer is going to be terrible, all I can feel now is the urge to care for my friends and family just that much more, because you never know what tomorrow may bring. I miss you Mister...
Here, have a dollar,
in fact no brotherman here, have two
Two dollars means a snack for me,
but it means a big deal to you
Be strong, serve God only,
know that if you do, beautiful heaven awaits
That's the poem I wrote for the first time
I saw a man with no clothes, no money, no plate
Mr.Wendal, that's his name,
no one ever knew his name cause he's a no-one
Never thought twice about spending on a ol' bum,
until I had the chance to really get to know one
Now that I know him, to give him money isn't charity
He gives me some knowledge, I buy him some shoes
And to think blacks spend all that money on big colleges,
still most of y'all come out confused
Go ahead, Mr.Wendal
Mr.Wendal has freedom,
a free that you and I think is dumb
Free to be without the worries of a quick to diss society
for Mr.Wendal's a bum
His only worries are sickness
and an occasional harassment by the police and their chase
Uncivilized we call him,
but I just saw him eat off the food we waste
Civilization, are we really civilized, yes or no ?
Who are we to judge ?
When thousands of innocent men could be brutally enslaved
and killed over a racist grudge
Mr.Wendal has tried to warn us about our ways
but we don't hear him talk
Is it his fault when we've gone too far,
and we got too far, cause on him we walk
Mr.Wendal, a man, a human in flesh,
but not by law
I feed you dignity to stand with pride,
realize that all in all you stand tall
Mr.Wendal, Lord, Mr.Wendal
