I am been laughed at, ridiculed, given weird stares, and basically, called crazy, for my insane love of animals. My husband used to joke that we have a flashing neon sign on our home that invited these homeless animals to join our family. All joking aside, I would take in every animal if I could.
At one point, we had five cats and three dogs. All of these four legged animals have a part in my story. They are teachers of unconditional love. These are the family members that don’t care that I am not perfect. They welcome me with a soft purr or a big kiss. All of our pets are rescues and their stories are heartbreaking. I like to think that our presence has enhanced their lives since I know mine is better for having them in it.
I am wary of people who don’t like animals. It says something when a part of your heart is closed to voiceless creatures. Pets are therapeutic and loving. When they pass, I grieve as I would for my human family members. They contribute so much to our dynamic. Endless hours of entertainment are provided along with cuddles, cat/dog chases and loyalty. I am their voice, their mom, and their trusted friend. I am honored that they have been placed in my care as they relax me, ground me, and remind me that in the big picture of life, all is well.