We love our pets

We love our pets – sometimes more than we love people.   If you have a dog or cat you know what I mean.    Most times they are very accepting, happy to see you, funny, and loyal.   They don’t ask for much.  They just love you.   And, we love them back!

Hubby and I have two dogs and three cats right now.   One of them, Kitty Girl, we adopted (or I should say that she adopted hubby) at our riva house.   She is a sweet little cat.  A cuddler.   She and her daughter Sabrina spend half of their time outdoors, but they love to come indoors and feel safe there for awhile.

The day before yesterday hubby could not find her and she didn’t come around for her food.  He searched and searched.   Finally in the early evening she somehow got out from behind some plywood in our shed where she had gone to be left alone.  She was extremely weak,  unable to walk, and had a bloody spot on her neck.

Our regular vet’s office was closed by then so we took her up to the emergency animal hospital in Myrtle Beach.  We weren’t able to say what happened to her, or how badly her injuries were, and we really didn’t know if she was going to make it.

But we love our pets!   So, Kitty Girl spent the night at the hospital and was hooked up to a fluid drip.  She got her wound cleaned and got a shot.  You don’t even want to know how much that cost.  Did I say we love our pets?

This morning Hubby picked Kitty Girl up, and then I took her to our regular vet’s once they opened up.  She will be checked out and observed today, and we will hopefully know more by the end of the work day.

I grew up always having a dog in the home.  The only time I did not have one was during my dorm years in college, and then right afterwards when I lived in my first apartment.    As soon as hubby and I got married we got a dog – and then another.  Since then we have always been a ‘two dog family.’    Hubby had dogs and kitties growing up.  So we have always been in agreement about pets in the home.  And as it has happened, we have had several kitty cats come around looking for a home over the last 12 years.  Feral cats.   We even had one mama cat have babies in our bushes.   So, we have had them come – and some go.   EVERY single time they go it’s hard.   Here are a couple of the names that I miss…   Midnight, Patches, Gizzy.  The male cats wander and we know why – even though we get all our cats fixed.  The females stay close.

I feel pets are God’s gift to us.  They bring comfort, love, and joy, and sometimes a ‘reason’ to keep on going.   We take care of them – and they give us so much back!

So, I’m saying a little prayer for Kitty Girl today.   If she does not improve from her injuries  her  daughter Sabrina will miss her – and so will my hubby.     So will I.