Animals

I love animal very, very, much. Over the years that me and hubby have been married we have had many. First was my turtles Trunks and Goten. We had them for a long time but I soon realized that they where needed more care that I could give them so we found them a new home. Then was Addie our first dog. We got her about 9 months before we got married she lived with hubby because there is no way my parents where going to let a dog live in there house. She died when Ian was just a baby. I don't know what happened to her I just went out to feed her one day and she was dead. It just looked like she went to sleep.

Then we got a cat Piccolo. The cat was crazy but was very much loved until he started attacking the children and I had to put him outside. We think he was ran over by a car because one day he was limping and then we just never seen him again.

Then we got penny we got her for Addie and they where the best of friends. Penny died about 5 months ago she lived with my inlaws and I guess by all rights was there dog. When me moved in front of my inlaws she spent all her time down there. I guess we could not compete with a cool shed and any and everything she wanted to eat. I think she might have gotten heart worms. She lived for 7 years.

There was also another cat named Dende. Oh how I loved that little cat. We found him around my hubby's uncles house. The cat was wild but after some tender loving car became just a lap cat. He got out of our house one night threw a window. The next day I found him dead. I have never in my life cryed so hard over a animal. I usually take my animals death very well. Maybe it was because I was about 3 months pregnant with Ian and you know all the hormones.

Then we got another cat Mr. Popo. My friend didn't want him anymore so we took him. He was very sweet but was put outside with Piccolo. He was wander off a lot going across to all the campers that stay in the park. One day we could not find him and I choose to believe that maybe one of the campers took him.

I then thought my animal days where over. I guess I was wrong because my hubby and Ian bring home this little kitten that was no bigger then my hand. They had pulled it out of a dogs mouth. I took this little cat in and thought well I will give it a place to die I just know it will not live. I fed it out of a med. syringe and low and behold the little cat did make it. When we took the little cat in I gave it a bath because it had dog slobber all over it. Ian says "mom why does the cat not have a tail." I said "Ian the cat has a tail." Then ofcourse I look and this tiny little cat does not have a tail. How in the world Ian knew that is beyond me. My husband wanted to name it Bob because of the tail thing and I told him I think the cat is a girl. It was hard to tell because the cat was so small. My inlaws decided that they wanted the kitten and so we gave it to them. The cats name is still bob and yes it is a girl. Then of course you all know about our sweet Lady.

Ok so now you may be depressed because I have told you about all my animals deaths. Or maybe you are asking yourself why did she just tell this long drawn out story. Well I guess to say that I do love animal even if it seems like I have on luck with them. I have never in my life not had a animal around. Growing up we had many many dogs. My dad had this great idea after having Pit bulls that he could make some money by breeding them. Well lets just say it really didn't work as he had wanted it to. The problem was he couldn't keep the neighbors dogs form breeding with his dogs. So we got lots of mutes that no one was going to pay money for. It did mean that we had lots and lots of puppy's.

Growing up I always wanted to be a veterinarian, pediatrician, or a marine biologist. I don't know what ever happened to those dreams. One reason was well I just wasn't smart enough but another was I have a problem with needles. So maybe there was really no point in telling this story because all I really wanted to do was post some photos I took at the zoo Monday. I didn't take many because it is hard to take photos when you are trying to keep up with a wild 3 year old. You will notice that I have a love affair with black and white photos.