Ah. . . Here's an easy one... Today, I'm thankful for my feathered and furry friends. They have each, in their own way, managed to touch my heart.
My Athena... nanny kitty to the kids... Zeus's girlfriend. The one who keeps everything in line! She smacks Ledger on the nose when he's played enough in the house. She chases Blue Eyes back to the bedroom. The only one who keeps Athena in check is Lucy! (how ironic...)
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| Athena Marie |
Lucy is the bird. If only she would poop at designated times in designated spots. I've never bonded with a bird like I have to her. She HUGS! If you cup your hand just right, she curls up against it and holds your palm with her little foot... she tucks her head under your finger and closes her eyes. It's PRECIOUS I say... And she'll climb to the bottom of her cage, nearest my chair and bob her head up and down as if to say "please hold me!" (and now she's sitting on my laptop and I'm praying she doesn't poop)
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| Lucy |
Ledger... the kids wanted a puppy for as long as I could remember but we lived on the 3rd floor in Germany and I couldn't see walking his butt up and down the stairs at all hours of the day and night to go relieve himself... so we held off on the dog idea until we had a yard. In February of 2013, we finally had a space with a big backyard and we needed a puppy to fill it. Ledger was supposed to be the kids' dog - but the novelty wore off with size. He's almost 2, now... and he is 100% mine. The best part of the day is when we go for our evening walk. He knows that it's "our" time. He watches as I open the hall closet to grab my shoes and a coat. His tail wags... he does his doggy cartwheels and waits for me to grab his leash and off we go.
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| Ledger Bo |
Blue Eyes... She's all I have left of my Aunt Vicki. She's my emotional challenge. If she was ANY other cat, she'd own a cage at the animal shelter. The cat pees on my floor. She refuses to pee in the litterbox. She'll poop in it - but she won't pee!! So my bedroom floor is lined in potty pads. She's long haired, and she loves to sleep near my pillow. My nose is constantly itching. She's developing mats in her fur because she's grooming less and the oily fur is clumping together. She won't let me brush her. A groomer would give her a heart attack... and she's so old that I'm afraid sedation would kill her. She's too healthy to euthanize - so it's turned into an agonizing wait for her time to run out. I LOVE this cat... I love that she really trusts only me. I love that she sleeps on my side of the bed. I love that she gets so excited when we turn in for the night, because she finally has me to herself. I love that she was Vicki's. (I really REALLY hate that she pees on my floor.)
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| Baby Blue Eyes |
...........and.... I'm still grieving the loss of my Zeus. I hate not knowing the why. My boy gave me 11 years of unconditional love! Well, he loved me more if I had his food... but he never loved me less. He cuddled with me. He walked the kids to the bus stop with me. GOD, I miss my boy. Stevie reminded me tonight that it's almost been a year since we found him lying in the front yard, motionless. I'll choose not to dwell on his absence, today... but to remember the wonderful times we shared with our boy. How he loved to chase you down the hall! How he stole cigarettes from visitors' purses... or gum... or licked BenGay off of sore muscles... or gave kisses if your breath smelled like toothpaste. Or he'd eat the brownies if you didn't put them away at the end of the night. Oh, Zeus... how we miss you!!!
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| Zeus |
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