...the bond between pet owners and their pets... |
So
many times I wonder about the bond between pet owners and their
pets. The love of an animal and it's owner. Why did my dog love my
husband more than me? I feed her and cared for her every need. I even loved
her more than he did. Why does she like some people more than
others. My
thoughts go to my grandson Rick O in Iowa that flew with his dog
Princess to Kansas City for hip surgery. We all knew his love for his
dog and that he always wanted only the best for her. I worked with
a lady that talked about her little canary Tweedy Bird almost every day.
She had never been married and the bird was like her child. When Tweedy
Bird died, she stayed home several days. On
a trip to Dallas a few years ago, my husband slowed down for a
squirrel that was pulling it's dead mate off the highway onto the
shoulder of the road. I will always remember that tender moment of love.
When
I was a small child, the first pet I remember having was a little white
mouse my brother brought home .If it had a name I don't remember it. My
brother taught it several cute things. That mouse loved all of us and we
loved her. After a while she begin to go away and would return for short
visits. Finally she went away and never returned. We all missed that
precious little mouse After
I married and my husband was discharged from the Air Force, we
moved to Iowa. We owned a little brown dog named Tiquo. One cold morning
after my husband went to work, I built a fire in our wood heater. I
crawled back into bed waiting for the house to warm up. Soon Tiquo started
barking. I kept telling her to shut up and I pulled the covers over
my head. She finally pulled the covers off the bed and it was then
I realized the house was full of smoke. I am sure she saved my daughter
Norma's life and mine also. After
my daughter got married and had a family of her own, they
built their home out in the woods just up the hill from us. Allen, her
husband, had a adorable little Dachshund name Hedda. She was so afraid
of thunder and Allen shouting at her when she got into the trash, which
was often, she would come running down the hill with her long ears
flipping in the breeze. I could always tell if it was thunder or trash
that brought her to me. If it was thunder, she would go quietly to the
bed I had for her and I would cover her up. If trash, she would try
so hard to talk to me in her own little way. I would always sympathize
with her and we seemed to understand what each other was saying.
Thank goodness Allen never heard our conversations. We
had a German Shepherd dog while living there. When our granddaughter
Heather was real small, that dog would go up the hill ever
time Heather went outside and came home when she went in. When
we moved to Tomball into an apartment, there was a young lady that had a
Siamese cat. She told me her cat had never been outside. When
she moved away, she left the cat outside. It was wintertime and the cat
was afraid, hungry and cold. Several of us adopted that cat and we
called her Blue Eyes. One lady fixed a box for her to sleep in
on her porch. Several of us bought food for her and we all fell in
love with that cat. When she had a litter of kittens, the
manager got us all together and gave us three days for one of us to pay
a pet deposit or find homes for the kittens and mother. She said she was
going to call on Monday to have them all picked up. We found homes
for couple of the kittens but our time was running out. I
prayed and promised God I would never again ask his help on finding a
home for another cat if he would find a good home for Blue Eyes. My
Granddaughter Rita had seen the cat and kittens several times and was
upset also. Our prayers were answered when on Sunday afternoon. Rita and
her future husband, Paul, came and got all of them. They took them to my
daughter's house. When the kittens were weaned, Paul's parents took Blue
Eyes. They still have her, and although she is old, she still looks
great. So
I ask why was my dog so protective to Heather and not the other two
granddaughters? Why did Hedda come down the hill to me when she was
afraid or in trouble? Guess I will never know the answers. I do
think we are all put here to love, share and care for each other. I
believe when love and kindness work together it is God's hands at work. |