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Just to let you know, I don't suggest reading this part, this is merely for the people who want to know what happens afterward or wants to hear from me. I urge you, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Epilogue

It's been ten long years since I've said goodbye to Angie. Like I had expected, I never saw her in the flesh since then.

I tried to keep my promise to Angie about getting her released. I sent out petitions, got backup from animal rights groups, and even took it to court. All ended up futile.

After five years of fighting, I gave up. I didn't even know what state she was in and since she had so many stage names, I never knew which was her. I tried to scan aquariums and see if I could find the dolphin with the cross shaped scar on her chest, but I never found her.

Though I haven't seen Angie since then, I have seen her many times in my dreams. She would visit me and we'd be back at the island, playing, swimming, and making love. Sometimes I would be in the dolphin form, sometimes in the human form. I would wake up with tears in my eyes. The dreams were too real to be called dreams.

I haven't spoken to Carol since then, and the last I heard about her she was in a car accident.

As for the island, I never returned their either. I sold it to Joe, the ferry driver, for a little over a thousand dollars. My mother was too furious to even speak to me. Everything I left there was auctioned off and I planned to use the money to help release Angie, but I didn't raise enough.

Remember the $5 million I mentioned? That was all I got from my father's fortune. Somehow, though, I was happy not to have been so rich. I didn't even get any money from my mother when she died of cancer at age 60.

Have these last years been happy for me? They weren't the best but they weren't the worst.

Over the years, Angie became a sort of nostalgic memory. "Angie? Christ, I loved her. I wish she was around. Oh well, no point in fussing over what I can't change." She faded from my memory and soon you wouldn't have even known I had ever known her. Maybe it was because I accepted she wasn't coming back.

This year, though, something altered the path of my life. I'm sure you've read about it in the papers.

It was earlier today, and I was having breakfast. I had a whole day to myself but was deciding to read the paper first. I came across an article that caught my eye. There was a picture of a dolphin flashing it's underside to the camera. The headline above it read, "Show dolphin dies after complications". My first thought was a casual 'That's sad' and 'The poor dolphin'. However, something else caught my eye. I saw the shape of the dolphin's head, remembering it like some sort of memory that had faded over time. Something about that dolphin's head shape seemed to be too familiar to my liking. I stared at the picture, almost asking it to give me an answer, when I noticed what appeared to be a splotch in the blurry picture. I looked at this splotch and noticed it was two lines, on the underside of the dolphin. Two lines that intersected, one from the end of the dolphin's head to its genital slit, the other between its pectoral f-

Oh my god.

I let two lone tears fall onto the picture. Somehow, I read on.

"The dolphin, a female named 'Jackie', had been transferred to a Denver aquarium after lashing out on an employee. This wouldn't have been the first time, having records of violent behavior to workers and other dolphins. The female started her long career at a small aquarium in Southern Florida, after being rescued from an angler's net off the coast of _______ Island, a once popular resort owned by Cameron ______, an heir to the ________ fortune. Once transferred to the aquarium, spectators where amazed to see the owner of the island 'Jackie' came from was working as a trainer there. After moving from the aquarium, though, Jackie was reported to be wary of her new trainers and never wanted anything to do with the other dolphins. 'She would back away from you if you tried to touch her,' one trainer told us, 'Call me crazy, but I think it was just because she was a wild dolphin at heart.' Jackie died a week after a growth had been found in her kidneys."

I couldn't read any farther and began to cry as grief swarmed me. Angie stayed wild, staying true to her promise after all of these years.

The whole experience a decade ago flashbacked to me violently, causing me to fall out of my chair and sob on the floor. The world saw her as just a show dolphin, but I saw her as more. A friend, lover, and mate. I couldn't let her down. I had to clear her name as just an ornery performer.

I sat down at my computer and typed as the memory came back to me. The article is sitting in my lap, ink wet from my tears.

Angie is gone, but her memory now has a place to be.

She had achieved what God had sent her down to do, and now that she had finished her task, she is back with Him. I'm sure whatever lies after my death will have Angie there, be it eternity at the island or wherever.

Thank you, girl. You've saved my life in more ways than you can imagine.

Goodbye, my love.

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Author's notes:

This story is in no way, shape, or form true. The only parts that are true are explanations of dolphin sex, the Gulf of Mexico, and any other landforms I forgot to mention. The part about the wild Australian dolphin incident is true, however, and I learned it from my recent trip down under.

The Island does not represent any landform I've been too, but the rock peninsula closely resembles a smaller and straighter version of a rock peninsula found in South Padre Island, Texas.

There is nobody in this story that reflects anyone I know, name, personality, or appearence wise.

The scar on Angie's chest has no significant meaning, despite how Carol summed it up at the end. The dolphin had gotten it from two separate injuries, and it serves no purpose, it was just something to catch Cam's eye.

No one in this story resembles me, except for Cam's hair, and if anyone in this story resembles you or anyone you know, it is completely coincidental.

This story originated from a fantasy of mine. I imagined living with a wild female dolphin, and I tried to keep this story as true to the fantasy as I could get, except for Parts 7 through nine. The dream sequence was separate fantasy of mine I stuck in here.

This is my second story out of three, with more to come.

I am sorry if this story has in any way made you feel sad. The story was intended to be heartwarming, and I hope you came away with the intended feeling.

I have laughed and cried, and on some occasions had to stop writing because I was shaking too much. I hope you felt the same way.

This story took me a total of four months to write, revise, and rewrite. I revised the story one last time before posting it here.

Yes, I am a delphinic zoophile.

This story was written entirely by me, without any personal help. I did get some help from Wikipedia for info on dolphin anatomy, and I don't even know if I got it all correct.

I would like to thank the writers of "Keiki" and "Susie", both emotionally filled stories that I read to inspire me to write my own. I owe you guys ;-)