All the Animals We Love
It doesn’t matter whether you have an animal in your life at this moment or have in the past, or never even lived with an animal. We may have a preference for the cat, or the dog, or even a horse, a ferret, guinea pig, or fish; we just love them.
They make us laugh, and feel loved. They teach us compassion and discipline. They keep us humble. They make us proud. We spend time talking about them, and talking to them. Sometimes, we talk to our animals nicer than we talk to each other. We play games with them and play videos for them. We (not all of us) make our animals wear clothes and hats and costumes. When they die, we mourn.
We convince ourselves of the particular mood our animals may be in at any given time. Are they just a reflection of our own feelings? Too deep for me today, but I know others have pondered this question.
The minute I saw this Facebook photo, the idea for this post was born. This beagle face belongs to Jackson who belongs to David, a very good friend of mine. Jackson has a ‘brother’ named Buckingham. David rescued them both, and for that, I love David even more. But probably not as much as Jack and Buck love him.
My buddy Greg and his wife, Elizabeth also adopted a new puppy.
They brought Daisy into their home after a family member passed away and Daisy spent several months shuttled around different homes. Daisy has been accepted by their other other two dogs, Jackie and Maggie.
Four years ago, my sister and brother-in-law brought home a beautiful German Shepherd puppy.
Sam came from a long line of Shepherd royalty, and he knows it!
This large (very large) dog is described by my sister as a “nonchalant goofball”. Sam is a master of many skills, too. He’s big, but agile enough to climb a ladder. He picks up his toys and puts them in the toy basket. He holds a treat on the top of his long nose,
waiting for my sister’s command, even tho he can’t control the little drool while being patient.
My niece and her husband live with a Rottweiler mix named Wally, and often visit Sam to play. Wally also enjoys wearing glasses and wigs, or anything my niece Leigh would like him to wear!
Gertrude is my ‘grand dog’. Yes, I said it. Lindsay and Sam brought Gertrude home 3 years ago and this was the first time I saw her. Since then, she’s become the neighborhood ambassador, has claimed title as star of the Spooky Pooch Parade and (almost) the star of their wedding last year.
Our other two daughters collectively house 6 cats and two dogs. It’s always fun visiting them in KC!
When Roger and I met over 10 years ago, I was living with Thor, a 5 lb. Maltese. She spent the
last many years of her life completely blind and deaf. But, that didn’t keep her from knowing when we sat on the couch, in our robes, with our Sunday morning coffee.
She bounced up Roger’s leg until he scooped her up, where she curled around his lap and went to sleep. Toward the end of her 14 year life, she preferred to be warm and close to us at all times.
In early 2010, Roger and I adopted Sunday. She was a feral cat brought in from the streets at the tender age of (approx.) 8 weeks. We were happy to bring her into our home on a chilly Sunday in March. While she’s
still a bit skittish at times, she is a funny, sweet and loud (when she’s hungry) cat who clearly runs the house.
Enjoy these photos of other animals we have known and loved.
Eat for Your Life, and the Lives of all Animals!