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Furry Family

Thankful for all the furry babies that have shared my life since I was a little girl.  I’ve never been without a four-legged family member since my first kitty, Bootsie, I got from my grandmother’s farm out in Murphy.  At that moment, my love affair with cats began.  There have been quite a few.  The one that stayed with me the longest, for essentially her whole 18-year-long life, was Princess Grace.  There was Jinxie and Mickey and Cocoa, too, among others.  And now I share my home with tuxedo twins, Oscar and Emmy, and my diabetic “Baby” (as my granddaughter and I call him, although he’s getting to be an old man), Spirit.  They’ve all been with me a few years now.  I really can’t imagine my home without a cat in it.


I’ve had some special dogs in my life, too, from Gomez and Snoopy to Caesar, Charlie Brown, and Dag, with a couple of adopted older dogs in between.   But when it comes right down to it, if I “have” to make a choice, I’m definitely a cat person; their sometimes quirky personalities kind of suit me.  I come from a family of animal lovers with several grandpuppies and grandkitties, too, and many of our pets have been rescued.  I see my granddaughter, who’s not even 3 years old yet, also loving animals.  That makes me happy.   The cruelty that so many pets and stray animals suffer just overwhelms me sometimes, with sadness, anger, helplessness, and people who won’t spay or neuter their animals and just contribute to more and more homeless ones, well don’t get me started, so I think it’s important to raise a new generation of kids who grow up to love and respect the non-human creatures who share our lives and planet, who won’t accept animal cruelty or mistreatment .  Anything we can do to make even one of these precious creature’s life better is a good thing, even though it’s never enough, and it makes me just want to hug my furry family tighter and hold them a little closer.

Sleepy SpiritSpirit

basketful of kitties

Oscar and Emmy

Every “pet” (that word doesn’t seem adequate or accurate because they’ve all been family members) I’ve ever had was (and is) special and I remember them all.  They’ll always have a place in my heart, and if you love animals like I do, you’ll know exactly what I mean.  #gratitude


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Rest in Peace, Sweet Honey….or Sometimes Life Really Sucks

Today I had to have Miss Honey put to sleep.  She was really old and in pain.  She couldn’t hear and she could barely see.  She would still eat her bones and snacks and food, but she couldn’t walk very well any more.  Mostly she slept.  I truly believe that our pets have a way of telling us when enough is enough and this morning was that time.  She looked so sad, so worn out, not wanting to eat, not wanting to walk.  I think she just wanted to sleep and not have to struggle to stand up, to walk, to climb up and down stairs, to get in the car for yet another injection to keep her going (every two weeks), to not itch any more (from a skin ailment), or take thyroid pills twice a day.  Was I doing all these things for her or for me?

My daughters found her as an abandoned puppy years ago and named her Honey, very aptly, by the way.  She was the sweetest-natured dog I’ve ever known.  I really miss her already.  She was my dad’s dog and it’s almost exactly a year since he died after we had to make the decision to take him off life support, so all the feelings and emotions are tangled up today with lots of tears, but I know this is the right thing for Honey.  As long as I live, I will never forget this gentle animal with the kind eyes, and I’m so honored to have been able to give her a home for the last year and a few months.

I don’t want to debate about the rightness or wrongness of euthanasia for pets.  I had to do what was right for Honey and you have to do what’s right for your pet, but either way I know so many of us love our pets dearly and really try to do the best for them through their lives and at the end of them.

Rest in peace, sweet Honey girl.  You’re loved and you’re missed.  My youngest daughter was with me today in the room with Honey as she took her last breath and we were able to kiss her good-bye, and she said that maybe tonight Papaw (my dad) could take Honey for another walk.  I think that’s sweet and in some kind of metaphorical way I believe it.  Sharing the pain helps a little bit.


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Sweet Old Honey

I wonder if Honey knows how much I love her and care about her well-being.  She’s so old, so sweet, but what a difference a steroid shot makes in her life to get her up and walking better, stop itching and chewing herself, eating good again, and gnawing on bones and treats.  Everything else in her body seems to be working fine…..well, ok, granted she doesn’t hear very well and she has thyroid issues, but her blood chemistry is pretty good otherwise.  Right now she’s trotting down the road with me and racing up the steps and gobbling down both her food and the cats’ food.
But as I walk beside her this morning, looking down on her pretty pink-striped sweater to keep out the autumn morning chill and the big polka-dotted golf umbrella covering us both against some drizzle, I wonder if she really can sense that I’m taking care of her and that over the last months that I’ve had her here at my house I’ve come to really love her gentle spirit, sweet face, and deep soulful eyes.  Does she know that?  I really hope she does.  At first, she mostly reminded me of my dad, that’s why I took her to begin with, to make it easier on him, and my feelings for her were kind of wrapped up in my feelings for him, but that has changed and now it’s more about her just being her sweet Honey self.  I love you, sweet girl, and somewhere in your heart and bones I hope and think you know that.

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