Posted on 04/17/2010 9:39:19 PM PDT by Krankor
Is it possible to actually "love" an animal- like a cat or dog? Any Freepers love their pet? How about those with non-traditional pets? Anyone love their cow, horse, snake or pig?
I figured that when one person leaves the house their spirit also goes with them, the house if filled up with the spirits of all living in that house and we don't realize the spirit is there along with the physical person (or dog)
When Our animal is gone, the house has an spirit gone that we are use to having in the house...Thats the way even with a large family when one if off visiting...
We can somehow feel the spirit that lived there and is now gone
Does this make sense to anyone except me?
Pretty deep stuff there ..:>)
All I know is my dog is with me at all times, save one day a month (usually an 8 hour period ) that I have to go out for groceries. During that time he is constantly on my mind and when I return, he is in the same spot as when I departed, just sitting there waiting.
Well, 0bama is married to a Wookie, so the answer must be yes. Of course this begs the question; is 0bama human, but that might be the subject for another post. ;-)
My dog Rocky had to be put down in 1997. My ex-husband did it without my permission and without telling me ahead of time. I came home from work and found Rocky gone. From his food dish, I grabbed the last bit of food he hadn’t eaten, and I kept it. Some tufts of Rocky’s fur I found, where he slept and I kept that, too. When I moved from Ohio to Utah, I brought both items with me. Some robber is going to be sorely disappointed someday when they grab my jewelry box as they break in, only to find some dried up dogfood and black fur in it.
I carried that dog home in the pocket of my winter coat, as a pup. He was The Dog You Weren’t Supposed To Choose of the litter. He was the smallest, the most skittish, the most shy. He ended up as a huge black dog, with a tiny tuft of white, who was almost more wolf than dog. When the baby came along, this gentle giant was fiercely protective and suspicious of anyone who looked at my son “the wrong way.” He also taught our son his first word, which was not Mom or Dad. It was “woof.” Rocky (a mutt of German Shepherd, Grand Pyranees, and black Labrador) even made friends with the kid’s chicken. A hen named Rhoda. LOL He used to let her sit on his back when the snapping turtles came onshore. Picture this huge black dog growling and barking at snapping turtles with a white hen relaxing on his back. Funniest. Thing. Ever.
Love? I dunno.
Maybe I need to run my anti-virus or something, though. My screen is all messed up. Blurry for some strange reason...
One of the only good things to come out of Hurricane Katrina was this: To save people, you need to save pets.
Pet lovers like us knew this already; but the rest of the world came to know it, too.
People who are alone, or elderly, or whatever, will NOT abandon their pets. While often their family companions, many folks have pets as their protectors. I can personally think of a dozen elderly people who would never leave a house on fire, unless they could grab their pets along with them. Crazy? Yes. But we are human.
So smartly, we now evacuate WITH pets in tow, to eliminate more lost human life. This is a good thing, a compassionate thing.
But let all of us pet lovers remember this, so we can generously donate to these organizations who do this kind of work.
I am 52. I have no children and no mate. My Parents live eight hours away. I have no siblings and yes, my dogs are my family.
I don’t believe it !, send me pictures !
wow ! how cute she is !, today i picked up a puppy like that , holding her for just a few minutes. now, I think I am missing her.
I love dogs. I am dog poor, I have six beagles and two rat terriers. My rat terriers follow me around like I am going to leave.
Indeed.
love is not a feeling, its an action. it’s something you do. So yes, you can love and animal.
woof
When we lived in the NO area, we used to have to evacuate for hurricanes pretty often.
For Ivan, we brought the cats (3 of them) and once we were checked in to the motel, we got a phone book and located a vet's office and arranged to board the cats for the couple of days we'd be in town.
When we went to pick up the cats and asked what we owed, they told us it was on the house. They said that anyone who loved their pets enough to bring them with them out of the path of a hurricane did not have to pay.
Sure it is....I love my cats and still grieve for one that passed about a year ago...
As I write this, I am sitting a few feet from the ashes of one of the family dogs.(my dogs mom)She suddenly got ill 2 weeks ago and while the vet said she was not too bad, we knew what was coming. I promised my aunt, we wouldn’t put her down until we knew she was suffering. That day came last week. Neither one of us has children in the house. All gone and grown. Our animals are our children. My B/F could’t understand why I would pay money to cremate Shorty and bring her home. Dogs love unconditionally. These dogs, part rott/part chow are so lovable. Shorty’s brother looks around every minute wondering where her buddy is. My son, won’t let me be without a cat. Since I lost his several years back,(cremated and sent ashes down to him) he brings me a cat. He shipped my Katie, when he joined the Marines 11 years ago, and he brought me Trouble on a visit. Trouble is a southern Maine Coon.One of the most beautiful animals and affection too.
I love my son beyond life itself, but my other children (4 legged) are right there behind him.
We were crossing a lake with all my family and the collie dog aboard. It began to rain, in torrents, open boat, and the boat began to sink. Dad asked Mom to lay on the bow to hold the bow lower in the water, to keep the boat more level. I dumped out all the bait from the coffee cans and began to bail water over the side. The next step was to throw the dog overboard and I was ready and willing to do so as I felt she could swim to shore better than my two small brothers. But we made it to shore before I had to.
But I would have.
Hate to say it, but I mourned losing my dog more than losing my mom. Of course, my mom had been ill for quite some time.
My cat turned 17 in March. She's been with me longer than any other pet I've ever had, and has seen me through the roughest parts of my life. I know she won't live forever, but I know the emotional flood that will strike when she's gone.
Same here. I’ve risked my life for animals at several times in my life and there’s no question I’d do the same for my wonderful dogs.
Adorable!!!!!
I too have the ashes of my cat, Spunky, on a shelf in my den.
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