If My Pets Could Speak to Me They Would Say
“It’s okay, we understand. There was nothing else you could do.”
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I’ve had the most wonderful animals.
My last dog was Jessy, named after my husband’s father. After my head injury and my husband dying, he went to live with my best friends on their acreage. He could not come to town with me as he was used to running free on the farm.
It would be fun to tell you about all the critters I have known and loved.
Losing a pet to death is painful.
Flower was not a pet, but I have a lot of guilt about her death. I was a wildlife rescuer and rehabilitator when I lived along the Cedar River. It was an amazing life helping injured or abandoned animals learn to live on their own in the woods near my home.
Flower, a raccoon, did not want to live in the woods. She broke into the house when she was ready to stay out all night. Anytime I left her outside she broke into my house. I’ll tell you those stories someday.
One day she came in the house and cuddled on my lap with her purse. Okay, another story. She licked my neck, pushed her bag to the floor, and climbed into a basket of quilts.
