I
have had them all kittens, puppies, ponies, horses, cows, rabbits, hamsters,
gerbils, chickens, ducks, and even a few fish. I grew up on a farm. I am the
youngest of four kids. They were all older so I was left to amuse myself most
of the time. I spent hours playing and talking to my fur friends. They all
listened to me and we had our own languages. Even now my furkids and I
have our own language. I have songs for
each one. My day starts with Buffy letting me know my alarm has gone off the
maximum four times and she says “no more five more minutes’ mom! I have to pee!. I stumble out of bed, down the stairs for
Buff to go and I grab a coffee (thank you Mr. Coffee maker timer). Buffy barks once to let me know she is done.
Off we go upstairs for shower. I walk
into the bathroom and Lucy peaks out of the shower curtain, ready for her
job. She tests the water for me to make
sure that it’s just right. Yes, she
showers with me. We sing along together. “I have three good girls, one is
covered in curls, they have teeth and like to bite but I still love them with all
my might!” Then there is “Lucy Goosey
she’s my pretty kitty, Harley Marley she’s so itty bitty, Buffy Duffy she’s my
bestest buddy, I am just the luckiest Mommy… in the whole wide world!” of
course this was composed when Harley was a kitten. I can also whistle and they all come
running. I can click my tongue and they
know what I want. And forget if I just
want to sing along to the radio. Mom reminded me a while ago of when I was
learning to play the clarinet in school I would go way down in the pasture so
no one could hear me struggling. I never
realized it but she said she would look down out and see me sitting on a rock
and all the cows had gathered around to listen to me. I can imagine how that must looked and I
never realized it. When I get home in the evening now, my three are all at the
door waiting for the key to turn to great me.
When I was tossing Buffy treats one night Harley would go sit next to
her. One night I tossed her one and she
caught it in her paws and popped it into her mouth. Now all three get their special treats every
night. When I sit in my recliner to write or watch TV, as right now, there is a
poodle to my right, Lucy to my left and Harley on the back of the chair. Same when I go to bed. Buffy is spooning with me, Lucy is either on
my hip or stomach (occasionally right on my bladder!) And Harley is on my
headboard watching over us. She will
come and keep my feet warm for me too. I
have had to help many over the Rainbow Bridge to wait for me at the other side
when it is my time. It is the hardest
thing I have ever had to do in my life.
But my theory is, furkids and humans are given the same amount of love
when they enter the world. Furkids give
their love so freely and unconditionally that theirs is used up much faster and
they must leave to be reborn as new furkids.
Humans not so much… maybe that is why elderly folks sometimes get
cranky, they used up all their love early on and just haven’t moved on yet. So
you all can have your real kids. God
knew that I couldn’t handle having that kind around so either by design or
intervention he decided that I should be the Furmom. To me; that means for
life. I am not one to get a pet and not
keep it through to the end as hard as that may be. It is a choice I have made in my life. Only two times have I ever adopted a pet and
had to find a new home for them. That
was only because they were not a good fit with the other furkids in the family
and they both went to fabulous homes where they fit in great.
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