
When I lost Zoey (it'll be 2 years ago this mother's day) I was lost without my furbaby. Zoey was our Pekignese. We adopted her through the animal shelter. It's funny, but I still remember the first night we brought Zoey home. I woke up in the middle of the night poking my hubby because I heard snoring. He finally rolled over and said "it's not ME - it's THAT" (pointing at Zoey). We both laughed because how can a precious little thing so small be SO LOUD. Anyway, we put Zoey down because half her heart had given out. That was the toughest decision I ever had to make. But I knew she was suffering and didn't want that little angel to suffer anymore. So Zoey went over the bridge to play in the green pastures with other furbabies that are awaiting their loved ones.
Animals are an amazing thing. They're comforting and they let you talk on and on about life and what not without saying anything in return. They all have their own little personalities and funny quirks. They're always there for you with a tail wag and a happy hello. And yet they never ask anything in return but love, food, water, a warm place to sleep and playtime.
Although you can go overboard or so my hubby says. My hubby cringes when I head to PetsMart. He was teasing me about a month ago about the dogs having more toys than Toys'R'Us. Whatever!!!!
Yep - My furbabies are special. They're members of our family.