My sweet kitty, Harry, is in process of transitioning with cancer. By the time you read this, he’ll likely have crossed over to the other side, free of pain and suffering, and onto cavorting with all my other kitties who have crossed over during my lifetime—far too many to mention here.
No matter how many times I go through the pain of losing a fur baby, however, I know I’ll do it again. Not because it gets easier, but because of the unconditional love and joy that pets bring into my life.
For as long as I can remember, I have dealt with losing these four-footed friends who have become a part of the family. When I was a kid, these pets were my best friends, and as an adult they’re my children.
Very rarely do our pets outlive us. In fact, a friend of mine suggested that I consider getting a parrot next time, given that they have long lifespans—longer than most humans. For some people, that may be an option, but I’ve never bonded with a bird, with the exception of a parakeet named Pepe, and also Big Bird.
For those of you who have never had a pet, it might be a little difficult for you to relate to “bonding” with them. But it’s no different than bonding with another human. Love is love, and for the sake of love itself, I’ve cherished every moment that I’ve been graced with Harry’s presence.
I adopted him when he was 10, and knew that there was the possibility that he might acquire health issues. But from the minute I brought him home, ...To read the full article, login or become a member --- it's free!
by Geri Jewell