And I’m not just talking talking about my husband, either. Though, having exactly the right amount of chest hair, he is just furry enough to suit me.
But, no, I’m referring to the animal companions I’ve had in my life. They were there for me, a stalwart presence for me through thick and thin (yes, I am talking about the size(s) of my jeans), nonjudgmental and always happy to spend time with me.
(Okay, that last part might be a bit of a stretch with the cats. They could be kind of judge-y sometimes, especially if I forgot to feed them. Sheesh. Animals.)
Alas, they are all part of the Dead Pets Society now. But they will frolic forever in my memories.
Here’s Buster the Wonder Dog, aka “Boober Dog.” Because he was, yannoh, kind of a boob. Goofy, a bit* dumb, but fiercely loyal and soooo cute.
*Okay, a lot dumb. He once ate a whole box of crayons, and left rainbow poops all over the back yard. And he ate the plastic handles off a whole set of TG’s screwdrivers. Definitely one beer short of a six-pack, if you get my drift.
But he loved to play with the kids, and that made up for a lot:
Here’s Clancy, the Best Cat Who Ever Lived. He was so nice, he even made friends with the squirrel who lived on our deck:
And so laid back that he allowed us do this to him:
He looks pretty disgusted, doesn’t he? And yet he never scratched anyone. Now, that’s a good cat.
Then there was Sunny, our *cough* high-strung cat. She was sweet, and extremely attached to her possession, a string. Seriously, she carried it with her everywhere, and objected vociferously if you tried to take it away from her.
I’m not saying we’ll never have pets of our own again, but these days, TG and I like being able to take off whenever we like, without having to make pet-sitter arrangements. What’s that old saying? “Freedom is when your nest is finally empty and the last pet dies.” Might sound a trifle mean-spirited, but there’s a grain or two of truth in it.
Besides, we do still have pets in our lives—our “grandkitties” come visit regularly. Here’s Valentine, almost as laid-back as Clancy:
Her sister, Vera, looks a lot like her. They’re an entertaining pair, especially when they’re chasing the laser. (They’ll catch that red dot yet!) Or when it’s nap time, and they both decide they need to nurse on Valentine. (Yes, Valentine nurses on herself, and Vera joins in. I suspect they were weaned way too early, and developed their neurotic fixation as a comfort mechanism.) Around here, the behavior is greeted with “Oh, look, isn’t that cute? They’re doing that pervy thing again!”
We also have our fake pets to fill in when the grandkitties aren’t here.
The bulldog can be kind of standoffish sometimes (see above), but is usually quite welcoming (see below).
The stone cat…well, she’s a little aloof. You know–cold. You can’t blame her, though. She’s had a hard life. (Go ahead. Groan. You know you want to.)
How about you? Any special furry friends in your life, currently or in the past?