The Vulpix who went to Heaven

By Mew3692002

Disclaimer: I do not OWN any of the Pokemon, but I do own these off-shoots of Pokemon that I made and my other OCs, or the original idea for the story of "The Cat who went to Heaven" by Elizabeth Coatsworth. I don't even own the copyright for the book by Scholastic Inc. and the Macmillan Company. So you can't sue me! Although you should really read the actual book!

Okay, this is the final chapter! Yay! Okay, I'd like to thank the following people:

VulpixTrainer: You really thought my story was good, thank you!

Dark Magician Girl Aeris: You reviewed every single one of the chapters (and cried too at the same part I did!)

finalpokemon: You also liked my Vulpix story a lot too!

Foxyjosh: You thought it was good enough to be added it to your C2s! Thank you!

scarlet pikachu: Thank you for those incredible reviews! And everyone else who read this story and may review it, thank you all! On with the final chapter!

The next morning, the priest heard that the picture was finished so he decided to see what it looked like. After the artist and housekeeper greeted the priest, the artist led him in to look at the painting. The priest gazed for a long time at it, admiring its beauty and splendor. "How it shines," he said softly.

Then his face grew as hard as a rock. "But what is that Pokemon whom you have painted last of all?" he asked. "It is a cat," said the painter, and his heart grew heavy with despair. "Do you not know," asked the priest calmly, "that the Vulpix rebelled against our Lord Jesus, and did not receive his blessing and cannot be allowed through the golden gates of Heaven?" "Yes I knew," said the artist. "Each person must suffer the consequences of his own acts," said the priest.

"The Vulpix must suffer from her obstinacy and you from yours. As one can never erase work once done, I will take the painting and tomorrow officially burn it. Some other more capable artist's picture must hang in our church." All day the housekeeper wept in the kitchen, for in bringing the little Vulpix home, she had ruined her master. All day the artist sat in his room and thought deeply. His painting was gone and with it that part of his life which he had put into it.

Tomorrow the priests will burn it in the courtyard of the church. Less than ever would anyone come to him now; he was ruined as an artist and all his hopes were washed away in the tide. But he did not regret what he had done. For so many days had he lived in the thought of love and examples of what it meant to be alive, that it did not seem too hard to suffer for Great Fortune's great shining moment of happiness.

All night he sat in the darkness with his eyes open with his thoughts. The old woman dared not to interrupt. He saw the pale light enter through the blinds and heard the dawn wind approaching the house. An hour later, he heard the noise of the people running toward his house. The priests of the church surrounded him; the head priest pulled at his sleeve.

"Come! Come!" they kept crying to him. "Come sir! It is a miracle! Oh, the compassion of Christ! Oh the mercy of the Holy One!" Dazed and confused, the artist followed them, seeing nothing of the village or the road to the church in the darkness. He heard happy voices in his ears; he caught a glimpse of his old housekeeper with her dress in disarray, and a crowd of open-mouthed neighbors.

All together they poured into the church. There hung his picture with candles burning before it. It was as he had remembered it, but no! --- The artist sank down to his knees and started to cry, he then said: "Oh the Compassionate One!"

For where the last animal had stood was now only white silk that seemed to have never felt the touch of ink; and the great Jesus, the One who he had painted, had an arm stretched out in blessing. Who was he blessing you may ask? Under his holy hand knelt the figure of a tiny Vulpix, with her pretty red head bowed in happy adoration. Remember, even if something is shunned in the world of the living as being evil, it never means that it actually really is evil.

Thank you all who reviewed my story and I hope you like the ending! I am dedicating this story to someone who died during the writing of this story; you may know her, her name was Happyslappypeople of Animal Crossing Community! I hope you are happy finally Happyslappy!

The End