| 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. |