Yesterday, one of my dear friends commented that she'll be putting down her two dogs this weekend. Her small children, in their innocent wisdom, know that the much older one should go to heaven at the same time with the very sick one. I wept when I read this on Facebook. The tears started again when I saw the picture of her kids and the dogs this morning and now I can barely contain myself as I type this.
A couple of days ago another friend's Chihuahua freaked out during house construction and ran like the gypsy she's named after. Every nail and hammer stopped until she was coaxed back into that house. Several years ago, warm water was poured over our gold fish (in all fairness, the person was concerned that Einstein was cold in his bowl). Chest compressions were administered for 20 minutes until it was determined that all hope was lost. I am sad when I see lost cat posters attached to light posts and mail boxes in my neighborhood. I live in an area where hawks thrive. There's usually no hope for missing house pets in this part of town.
Our pets. They look at us with so much trust and affection. Our dogs, cats, fish, birds, reptiles, you name them...we love them and they love us back. We would do anything and everything to keep them safe and make them happy because that's what they would do for us.
There are people out there who prefer not to have pets. Their lives are too busy, pets are costly or they smell or make a mess. Please consider this, there is nothing more magical then walking into the house after a long day and being assaulted by slobbering kisses or magical purring around the legs. And for all the hassle, cost, smell (house breaking two puppies, what was I thinking?!), mess and heartbreak, remember that there's so much joy, laughter and companionship that having a pet will bring you.
I have finally stopped crying. I adore my friend's children whom I've never met but they've reminded me that little ones always seem to be the wisest ones.
Now I must go feed my finches, Mike and Sebastian, and spend a little one on one time with them. Poor Mike is very old and not long for this world. He'll soon be buried in my garden along with his old friend Ike. Uh Oh! I'm not going to start crying again! And finally, I'm going to play tag with my dogs upstairs whom I can hear chasing the ball around and tearing apart my bedroom.
This blog is dedicated to all my dear little pets past and present...thanks for the laughter. Damn! Crying again!!!