Tuesday, December 21, 2021

Merry Christmas, Mr Poly

Dr Bellen thanked the station-master and returned to the bench where he had been waiting with Tucker R Poly. The two had not been sitting long, and they had enjoyed the snug atmosphere of the station, with a pleasant fire in its grate, and the smell of fir from the evergreen boughs that decorated the waiting room for Christmas.

“The train will be a few minutes late,” he said.


Trains were rarely on time in Idylland. Trains that run on time may have seemed too much like a boast of the wrong kind of regime, so it was not inconceivable that trains were encouraged to be a little behind or ahead of their times. The fact that they were never more than ten minutes late seemed to confirm this.


“I dont mynd,” Tucker said.


“Are you comfortable?” Dr Bellen asked. “Do you need anything?”


Tucker shook his head. He looked tired, but he told Dr Bellen that he was quite comfortable, and thanked him. Nonetheless, he leaned a little against the doctor, when the latter resumed his seat on the bench.


“I had fun,” the cat commented, a moment later.



“Awl the tyme. Eyem haffing fun now.”


“You are?”


“Yes. Eyem wif yoo.”


Dr Bellen regarded Tucker. The cat was not what he once was. He had shrunk considerably, so it seemed to the human. Certainly pounds had been lost, and the once chubby-cheeked face was sunken and thin. Despite all the medicine, despite all the best doctors that the Cosy Apartment Feline Sanitarium could bring to bear on the problem, Tucker had to leave Idylland. He held his ticket on the 8.30 to Samarra in his paw.

“You’ve been through a great deal,” Dr Bellen pointed out.


“I haf no teef.”


“I know.”


“I haf no mancat bits, eyether…”


“I know.”


“I haf die-yabiteez.”


“I know.”


“I haf kidnee faylure.”


“I know.


“Now I haf kanser.”

Dr Bellen didn’t say anything right away, but then asked, “And you still had fun?”


Tucker looked quite serious for a moment. Outside the station, snow was falling. It was cold – though it never gets very cold in Idylland - and there was a cheery glow from the fireplace.

“Yoo haf to haf fun in lyfe. If yoo dont purr, yool bee miserable, even if yoo liv a long tyme. Wut good duz that doo?”


“It’s like what you told Mr Parker when he had to go to Samarra, a few years ago.”


“Mr Parker! Doo yoo think eyell see him wen I get to Samarra?”

“Yes, you will. And Tungsten, and Josie, Cammie and Raleigh, and Bear-Bear, too. All the wonderful people and animals who have gone on ahead.”


“Doo yoo ‘member wen Mr Parker and me got into a fite? Hahahahaha!” Tucker swung his legs, as they hung over the edge of the bench. He was too short to reach the floor from where he sat. For a moment, he looked young again.


“I do,” answered Dr Bellen, smiling. “There was even blood! Do you recall when you wore that device for measuring your blood-sugar?”


“I wuz like the by-onic cat!”

“You were a pioneer. The doctors thanked you for your help. And what about when you had to stay over-night in the infirmary?”


“That wuz after thay took my second bit of mancat bits,” Tucker appeared momentarily annoyed, but then brightened. “Thay gayv me something that mayd me loopy. I tride to nip yoo wen you visited me. Hahahahaha!”


Dr Bellen and Tucker talked about the past eleven years; all the memories they shared came out in funny stories and jokes. The doctor reminded the cat about the innumerable dinners they shared, and the conversations they had while waiting for the food to arrive.

Tucker laughed at how he had once been frightened about leaving his residence at the sanitarium, and how it scared him to walk close to the laundry rooms.

“Yoo see, Doctir? Yoo haf to haf fun, and yoo haf to ‘member that there is mor fun than sadniss.”

A train blew its whistle, and the pair in the waiting room heard the 8.30’s locomotive puffing its approach outside. The station-master exited his office and checked his pocket-watch against the clock on the wall.


“Only ten minutes late,” he said, nodding with satisfaction. He turned to the sole passenger for the train. “Would you like some help with your luggage, Mr Poly?”


“No, thank yoo,” replied Tucker. “I dont haf much.” After the station-master returned to the office, the cat glanced sidelong at Dr Bellen and said, quietly, “He cawld me Mr Poly.”


“Would you prefer that? I’ve always called you Tucker. If I’d known---”


But the cat shook his small head, saying, “No, I lyk it wen yoo cawl me Tucker. But now and then wen sumwun sez Mr Poly, its nyce, cuz it shows respect and kurtisy. It shows eyem not awlwayz the baby of the famlee.”


“I understand,” Dr Bellen said. Then, indicating the doors at the other side of the waiting room, inquired, “Do you want anything from the restaurant to take with you?”

“No, thank you. Eyem not feeling good rite now. I had a reellee good dinner yesterday at the sanatereeum, though, and I had a good brekfist, too – my fayvrit: chick-hen pot-pie grayvee. But now…”


Dr Bellen helped his friend down from the bench.


“Soon, you will feel like eating again, even before you reach Samarra. In fact, everything will feel better soon.”


Tucker perked up as he said, “I noe! I woent haf kanser.”


“That’s right.”


“Or kidnee faylure.”


“Not that, either.”


“And my die-yabiteez will be gone.”




“I will haf awl my mancat bits, too…”


“You will.”






“I will haf TEEF! Hahahahahaha!”

A small crowd had collected on the platform outside the station, dressed warm against the chill air. The train huffed, waiting; a guard, with a kind smile, held the door open to an empty compartment, the seats inside thickly padded, and the air warm.

“Good-bye, Mr Poly… Remember us, Mr Poly… God bless you, Mr Poly…”


Tucker was touched. He had not known that he was so well-liked and respected.


“All you’ve gone through, and how much you kept purring through it all, have brought you many friends,” explained Dr Bellen. He lifted the cat into the compartment and closed the door. Tucker immediately lowered the window and leaned out. He rubbed his furry face against the human’s hand.


“I will miss you, Doctir,” he murmured. “Merry Christmas.”


“I will miss you, too,” responded Dr Bellen, though he did not feel that Christmas would be merry this year.


The train started to move forward. The people and animals on the platform waved and smiled and wished Tucker ‘bon voyage’. Tucker leaned a little farther out the window.


“Merry Christmas, Doctir! Merry Christmas, evrybuddy!!”


Dr Bellen stood on the platform long after the crowd of Tucker’s friends had dispersed. The doctor felt that he had spent a lot of time on train platforms lately. He was still there as twilight crept in its slow and friendly manner from the east. Even in Idylland, winter evenings came early. The lamps of the station came on, and those along the railway, and the lane leading back to the sanitarium. Dr Bellen pulled his coat closer about him, and tugged on the brim of his hat. He at last turned, and set his face for home.

There was still work to do, waiting for him in his office. One of the attendants had kindly lit a fire in the grate, and the flames’ light was reflected on the smooth stones of the hearth.

Dr Bellen walked to his desk but did not yet turn on its lamp. Instead, he lifted one of the framed photographs that stood on a corner. He carried it to the wall next the fireplace and carefully hung it under the others that were there. It was a picture of Tucker, looking very much like the ‘baby of the famlee’. Dr Bellen smiled.


“Merry Christmas, Mr Poly,” he said, quietly. “Merry Christmas.”


  1. i hear yoo..............merry christmas to yoo

  2. You are able to express your story so well, I had to stop to cry a bit.
    Goodbye Mr. Poly and may all your fur friends meet you.

  3. Right now I wish you didn't write so well, so poignantly, because, I too, am bawling my eyes out.

  4. Godspeed, Mr.Poly. We'll all remember you.

  5. I agree with Kea - you write so beautifully that I too am suffering from "leaky eyes". And as Undine said, we will always remember Mr. Poly. You will forever have a place in our hearts, Tucker.

  6. I agree that you write so beautifully. I had to stop halfway through to dry my eyes and to de-steam my glasses. I wish I could have been at the station to bid you a fond farewell, Mr. Poly.
    You have a place in very many hearts, Tucker.

  7. For whatever reason today is a hard one, never underestimate grief. Just like everyone else I'm having a big ugly cry too. I'm still trying to make sense of it all, and have been since I lost Abby, I guess I will spend the rest of my life looking for that answer. Mr Poly you'll be missed always by us all.

  8. I held off reading this until dinner was in the oven because I knew I would cry. And I did. Oh John, your words are so poignant and so heart felt.
    Farewell Mr. Poly, your memory will live on in the lives all who knew you and those of us who read your stories.

    John, know that you are in my thoughts as you make your way through this first Christmas without Tucker and Josie.

  9. Safe travels Mr Poly - we will miss you but we know your suffering is over now. My mum is leaking now as well.

    Julie and poppyq

  10. Lovely story of Tucker's last journey. Glad I was able to help in a very small part of it.

  11. This made us cry, but we are happy you are once again whole, and reunited with all those friends once again, Mr. Poly. We will always love and remember you.

    Hugs and gentle purrs to you, John.

  12. Such a heartfelt written story, very touching😿Merry Christmas to all of you and Soft Pawkisses🐾😽💞

  13. I had to lean back for a few minutes,
    partly because l had to think, and
    partly because l could'nt see the
    screen..! :(.

    Your a diamond John..you really are,
    if there was a word better than
    wonderful, l'd use it..!
    Hope it's o.k. but this going into
    my pussy~cat folder..if l work up
    enough strength, l'll read it again..!
    God bless! And to the little fella,
    who's gone over..Tucker!x

    Least l forget...
    • ★ Merry ★* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ •
    •。★ Christmas 。* 。
    ° 。 ° ˛˚˛ *_Π_____*。*˚
    ˚ ˛ •˛•˚ */______/~\。˚ ˚ ˛
    ˚ ˛ •˛• ˚| 田田 |門| ˚And a Happy New Year
    * Joy to all! ♫•*¨* Peace on Earth ♪♫•*¨*

  14. Poignant and lovely. Mr Tucker Poly, I will miss you always and ever. My eyes are leaking too. Mom and I, we love all of you and we miss you when you all have gone on your Journey, leaving us behind to remember. We know you are with your siblings and friends now, and we rejoice in that with you. We will think on that, not on how badly we miss seeing and loving you. We know you are alright and feeling like a kitten. We all of us will love and remember you.

  15. This made me teary eyed but happy. What a blessing you are.

  16. This made me cry like a baby. I cried for all your cats that have passed on and for all that have left us. This was so well written and heartfelt. A beautiful, very touching goodbye to Tucker. We will all miss him but how much harder it is for you. Take care John. Sending you and your boys healing hugs.
    Goodbye dear Tucker and have a safe journey.

  17. Awww, now I am weeping...sorry, it is hard for me...I can only imagine how this is for you...That is a very elegant train as befits Mr Poly.

    ((((( ♥ )))))

    Happy Christmas to you and yours.

  18. I admit to going right to this space initially so I could wish you all a Merry Christmas. Then, I immediately returned to your post and read your goodbye to Mr. Poly. (I tend to do things backwards sometimes.) Tears began streaming down my face and
    Julie's, too. Though emotional, we were treated to a sample of your writing, imaginative and every word a tribute. We were there with Dr. Bellen and Tucker. Our hearts joined others in saying goodbye and safe journey. Thank you for this precious story. A treasured gift, not soon forgotten. xo
    ~ Julie Mackenzie & Tom