I doubt I'll get another dog. But who knows how I'll feel in a year.
Funny thing, I never could train my pup to do anything, but she sure trained me. I'm feeling like a servant with no one to serve these days.
When Baby II died, I was heartbroken. We'd been together for 17 years. Months later, I'd be driving on the freeway, and have to pull over just to have a crying jag. It really felt like there was this big gaping hole in my heart. I have never felt as low as I felt when I was in mourning for this cat. We had
always been together.
I still had my other cat. A male tom going on 18 years. I had stopped by PetSmart to get him some soft geriatric food. I think he had like one fang left in his whole head, poor guy. They had a local shelter adoption annex in the store. And that's when I saw her. I was stunned. She was identical to Baby. Right down to the exact same white toe on her back left paw and white puff on her chest. She looked at me, and I swear she
knew me!
It was 8:00pm but I dragged the shelter representative down to the store and filled out all the papers. She put this little kitten in my arms and I just started
bawling. I said I didn't know why I was crying when I was so happy and the lady said something I've never forgotten: "It's because you're in love!".