Tuesday, March 29, 2011
My Furry Childhood
I have a terrible feeling that I know where she used to live. Her family packed up and moved away and I believe she was left behind. It breaks my heart. I no way/no how/can not/will not keep her. We already have four fixed, declawed indoor cats and after our Opie episode, I no way/no how/can not/will not go through that again! If she is still here at the end of the week, we will find a home for her. Somewhere. Not here. I do have a soft spot for animals. I can't help it. It was the way I was raised. One of my earliest childhood memories is of my mom telling me that all animals have feelings, just like me. She also told me all my stuffed animals and dolls did too! Messed me up a bit there, it did. Gave me quite the guilty complex everytime I dropped one or sat on one! But, I guess all moms are guilty of messing up their kids at sometime or other. Guess I was lucky. She could have told me they wake up and walk around at night or something! When I was a small child, I lived on a little hobby farm in Breckenridge with my parents and my brother, Mike. Some of my best childhood memories are of that hobby farm and all our animals.
They were like my family.They were my family. I loved them all.
My mom would ride Cindy, my dad would ride my mom's horse Honey,
and I would ride Goofball! Guess I was a little spoiled.
I love you Mom and Dad!