Our furry friends are part of the family

Our furry friends

are part of the family

The sun is shining brightly today, the snow is melting and several starlings are perched on the line nearby. It looks as if some crows are visiting our front yard today as well.

The painter is busy working on his latest project and Tootie Mae is sleeping like a baby. She snores like her master. When evening shadows fall and she begins to yawn, I wrap her in her throw; the one with the reindeer that she claimed for her own. Then this songbird wannabe sings or hums a lullaby to her. In no time Toot is gone, out like a light. I think she would rather sleep than listen to me sing.

Most humans who have heard me sing aren’t very receptive of my raw talent either.

If we even whisper, “eat or treat” she flies out of her recliner and heads straight toward the kitchen. She is a great little friend. We older pet owners love sharing our space with them.

Two of the pets of our relatives ran into trouble this past week. Reggie, a beautiful little dog, belongs to two cute kids, Collin and Grace. They were sad. Someone’s dogs attacked poor Reggie. The parents took the injured canine to the Airport Veterinarian Clinic where he underwent surgery. He had damage to his ribs, a hernia, a gapping hole beneath one ear and bruises. He went through extensive surgeries and now he is home! His family is relieved, looking forward to Reggie’s full recovery. I told Tootie all about Reggie. They resemble each other. Tootie’s father lost his life the same way shortly after we adopted our girl from Jeff and Robin Sartor, grandparents of Reggie’s owners.

A cute little girl and her mom lost their beautiful canine to an automobile accident several days ago. Reagan, a young female Rottweiler, dug a hole beneath the fence and met her fate. Kaylee Dawn Brown and her little Avery Jean buried their “fur-baby” girl in a nice place. The family’s male Rott, Henry, grieves his adopted sister’s death too. My great-niece placed a chew bone near the marker and placed a pink angel statuette on the other side.

A single vivid pink rose, in full bloom was placed on the soft earthen dome of the resting site of the deceased and no doubt, a few kind words were spoken that day.

We love our four-legged friends. It is a beautiful mutual friendship that cannot be denied. Still, we see so many unwanted, abandoned and or starving animals without so much as the fortunate others. So many are sad-eyed, abused, sickly, absent of care and hope. Some pets may be a challenge; but, like us, they need love and good caregivers. If a person is not up to that they should not have pets — period.

I could have talked tonight about what is going on in Washington DC. After all day of that, I chose to stay out of the argument and write about something in my world that I know more about.

I can be reached by phone at 317-286-7352 or drop me a line at 649 South Grant St., Brownsburg, IN., 46112.