Okay, so my children aren’t the sort that smell of baby powder, leave Lego bricks strategically lying around for unsuspecting bare feet, or smear spaghetti hoops across the wall.
I decided from a relatively young age (about 15-16 years’ old) that I didn’t want children. Many people thought that, given time, I would develop an intense desire to create a ‘mini me’, but that has never happened. I am more than happy with this choice.
Instead I take care of, and love very dearly, my two ‘fur babies’.
He is my ‘first born’, as it were. I got him from a rescue centre in 2009. It’s difficult to estimate an animal’s age when you haven’t had them as a youngster. The vet estimated that he was about five years’ old when we got him.
He is now collecting his pension (in human years) and spends his days sleeping, eating (although his appetite has reduced) and generally being quite a demanding, grumpy old kitty! He has some kidney issues, which are common in cats, and we’re having these investigated.
So, I try to remind myself that his health could deteriorate at any time and to make the most of his company while he is still around.
He has been with me during some difficult times in my life, and I like to think there is a mutual understanding between us of having shared these times together.
She came into our lives in late-2014. We would have preferred to give a rescue dog a home, but thought a puppy would be best so that it grew up knowing that Charlie was in charge!
After some months of searching online, we came across a litter of seven Yorkshire Terrier-cross puppies. There was one female among a litter of males who caught our eye. The males were all tan-coloured with a splash of black on their paws and ears. The female was black with splashes of tan; a ‘negative’ to the males. We instantly took a shine to her and before we’d even collected her Alan came up with the name ‘Cookie’ after that infamous fuzzy puppet Cookie Monster.
I had never had a puppy before and it is the closest I will come to having a human baby. There were sleepless nights and ‘accidents’ on the living room floor together with an ‘adolescent’ phase where she turned into a devil dog!
Over time she has settled down. Her ‘sass’, however, has not diminished. She’s a very affectionate dog who loves meeting new people and other dogs. She will also tell you, often with great indignation, if you’re not giving her something she wants (usually a treat!). We wouldn’t have her any other way.
Do you have any fur babies? What difference have they made to your life?