I have been told that I am strange because I prefer animals to most people. However it is a fact that I have never hidden nor will ever deny. 

The unconditional love and devotion from a well cared for animal outdoes all else. I have a saying that I definitely believe in: "When you look into the eyes of an animal you look into the soul of God".  I am not saying an animal is God. What I am saying is that when you look into the eyes of an animal you see the purity and unconditional lasting love that God meant us to have for others. 

I wanted to create a special page in memory of my darling furbabies.

My Boo was born in my waterbed one cold March night and we were inseparable from that night on until he crossed the Rainbow Bridge. He and I were best friends and I swear he knew my thoughts and understood every word I spoke to him. He shared my happiness and my sorrows from the second he took his first breath. He was happiest when he was beside me and I have no doubt about that. Boo loved to play ball and would run around with a tennis ball in his mouth as he tried to bark and growl around it. He loved the snow and would burrow in it and come out with his black fur silvery white. If I lay down to rest he would lie beside me and would not move from that bed until I awoke.

My Misker was the sweetest cuddlebug and he would snuggle with me whether I lay in my bed or on the living room floor. He would sit beside me while I planted flowers or weeded my flower beds. He would go flower to flower sniffing them as though he were looking for the nicest fragrance of all. When I was sick he would stay by me and someone would have to force him to go outside now and then because he did not want to leave my side. 

With my darlings one on each side of me, I would sleep the night through and awake to them nuzzling me to go outside. Where I went, they went. Whether to water the garden or just wander around the yard they would be close at hand. When I would go to have a bath I would come out to find them both laying side by side on the floor outside the bathroom door. Both of them loved to go for car rides with me. Boo would lay up in the back window while Misker sat on the front seat beside me looking for all the world like my honored date. 

Although they are gone now I will never forget them and they are with me daily still. When I feel the tears start to come because they are gone I try to remember that they are waiting just on the other side of the Rainbow bridge for me to come home to them once again. What a wonderful reunion that will be. 


Patsy's Peek-a-Boo


Old Misk