We're coming on thirteen years since they came to live at our house and they have been such an important part of our lives. We got them less than a month after our tortie tabby cat passed away and we thought we were going to lose our other cat, a Manx. I knew I wanted kittens, plural, preferably a brother and sister. We found them at a regional shelter and they were small enough that when we brought them into the house, they both fit in the same carrier. Now, they're both kind of cranky, moving a little slow, hesitating before they jump up on the bathroom sink to drink water out of the faucet. But, they are my very good friends and I am grateful for them.
There have been a few dogs in my life too, those at friends and relatives' houses.
Here's a picture of Bear, my brother's dog, making friends with my mom. I spent the summer with my brother and sister-in-law and Bear (who was a girl despite her name) was one of the sweetest dogs ever. She's long ago passed over the Rainbow Bridge.
And here's another baby one:
Here's one that hasn't seen the light of day in over fifty years. My brothers with a neighbor's dog:
re's a picture of my grandfather, who passed away about the time I was born. This is another mystery dog. No clue what the name was:
Thought of this little guy as I saw the trees starting to turn color today: