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Index of what can be found here:
My views on animals
Dog's Don't Have Souls (A Poem about Dogs)
My Fur Family Members
Rings that my Fur Family Belong to
I don't
just buy animals - I adopt them and they become family. I'm an animal lover
- always been and always will be. I just love animals and I been known
to do weird things to get them. Once while working for the Federal Government,
someone found a stray dog in winter. His paws were frozen and he could
barely walk. I got the Supply guys to keep him downstairs until work finished
and then when my husband (now ex - he didn't like animals- but that's not
the reason I divorced him LOL!!)
Well, he shows up to pick me up at work and I'm standing outside in winter
with this huge dog in my arms. He locked the car door and said "NO MORE!!" I
begged and finally he gave in and we nursed the dog back to health and
then found him a good home. We were living in an apartment at the time,so
keeping the dog was not an option.
Anyone who loves animals - I'm sure knows exactly what I'm talking about.
How some people can buy a pet and then treat them like animals is beyond
me. God, all my animals talk to me and answer whenever I ask them something.No!
I don't need to be locked away (nor am I Dr. Doolittle....they talk with
their barks, meows and their eyes.
I've amazed many people with my animals and what they can do. So because
they are family, I've changed the set up of my Family Room - so they could all
have their own Fur Family Room along with all the other members of this
family.
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Most of my fur family has gone but
I found this beautiful poem on a website and had to put it here.
Dogs
Don’t Have Souls, Do They?
I remember bringing you
home.
You were so small and cuddly with your tiny paws and soft fur.
You bounced around the room with eyes flashing and ears flopping.
Once in a while, you’d let out a little yelp just to let me
know this was your territory.
Making a mess of the house and chewing on everything
in sight became a passion and when I scolded you, you just put your head
down and looked up at me with those innocent eyes
as if to say: "I’m sorry, but I’ll do it again as soon as you’re not
watching."
As you got older, you protected me by looking out the window and barking
at everyone who walked by.
When I had a tough day at work, you would be waiting for me with your tail
wagging just to say, "Welcome home. I missed you."
You never had a bad day and I could always count on you to be there for
me.
When I sat down to read
the paper and watch TV, you would hop on my lap looking for attention.
You never asked for anything more than to have me pat you head so you could
go to sleep with your head over my leg.
As you got older,you moved
around more slowly.
Then one day, old age finally took its toll, and you couldn’t stand
on those wobbly legs anymore.
I knelt down and patted you lying there, trying to make you young again.
You just looked up at me as if to say you were old and tired and that
after all those years of not asking or anything,
you had to ask me to one last favor.
With tears in myeyes, I
drove you one last time to the vet.
One last time you were lying next to me.
For some strange reason
you were able to stand up in the animal hospital - perhaps it was your
sense of pride.
As the vet led you away,
you stopped for an instant,
turned your head and looked at me as if to say:
"Thank you for taking care of me."
I thought, "No - thank YOU for
taking care of ME."
(Author unknown)
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