14 years ago I convinced Sean to go to the animal shelter so we could adopt a kitten. We had Stormy at the time and thought he might like a friend.
Sean agreed, thinking they would be closed since it was NYE.
They were not.
They also didn’t have any kittens at the shelter.
Sean noticed about three adult cats in some kennels. One of them had plastered herself up against the kennel door trying to get our attention. She was sticking her paws out and chirping at us.
Sean (the person who did not want a cat in this story) immediately went to her and said this was the one we should adopt.
And so we did. We named her Windy and she officially started our weather pet theme.
Stormy hated her for a few days and then they were best buds until he passed in 2008.
If you’ve ever met Windy, you know she’s a crazy friendly cat. We call her our 3rd dog, even though we had her before we had our dogs, we didn’t realize how dog-like she was until later. Here she is playing with Dewey 11 years ago. They had so many good times together.
Being dog-like, she is obviously very dog savvy. She’s been around for all of our years of fostering and she always told me very clearly when there was a dog that was not going to be cat-friendly. And then I’d never see her until that dog was adopted.
The ones she deems safe, she teases endlessly. In just enough of a cat way to get the dogs interested!
She is also a royal pita, begging for food all the time and colluding with the dogs to drive me crazy. I also think she’s secretly trying to use up her nine lives, as I’ve found her twice this week, in the bedroom alone with Mama Snow!
It’s hard to believe that she’s 14+ because she still acts like she did when she was a kid. Maybe with a bit more sleeping and less jumping but when she’s gotta hustle to escape out the front door (which she does at least once a week), you would never guess she’s in her mid-teens (mid-seventies in human years).
Time is so weird. It doesn’t feel like 14 years but what are 14 years supposed to feel like?
Happy Gotcha Day Woo! Whatever 14 years is supposed to feel like, you’ve made them so much fun with your never-ending antics and loving, sweet, personality.
You left me a year ago yesterday. I couldn’t talk or write about it. I thought about it all day.
You were having breakfast at this time last year.
We were playing now.
I was working and you were sleeping on the couch.
We were rushing you to our vet.
Dad was driving us to the specialist, while I held you in my arms.
They whisked you away and I never saw you alive again.
Even today, when I think of you, there is a tightness in my chest and I can’t breathe. Followed by an ache inside of my body that is indescribable.
The pain is just as fresh today as it was a year ago, but it doesn’t seem to consume me as often. I was really sick a few weeks ago and I remember, day 7 or 8 of what felt like slowly dying, laying in bed and crying when I realized that it had been days since I had thought about you.
It’s quite normal for me to catch myself thinking of what you’d do about some new situation (the new guy on the block walking his cute little pugs 8 times a day) or how our pack has changed because you aren’t here and how you’d change things if you were.
It’s not all sad thoughts but even the happy thoughts make me sad some days. And some days they make me so grateful we had the chance to love your precious little soul.
You are missed and loved so very much my sweet boy. My only regret is that we didn’t have more time together. No amount would have been enough.
Yeah, so I was picking up that one puppy yesterday and got a call that she couldn’t be found. I was so devastated. The thought of a blind and possibly deaf little 6 or 7 week old puppy, outside roaming who knows where? I was just sick over it. I had never even met this little girl and I cried for her. And then Snow tried to smother me. That’s another story.
Anyway, a few hours later I got a call that she was found and safe. That was the good news.
The bad news. There were two more puppies.
I’m a volunteer for my rescue so I am in no position to make decisions on who we can take in. I didn’t know what, if any, foster space was available.
However, my immediate thought was the Ohana Rule! Of course we would take them. I quickly texted the Director and before I could finish she said yes.
You see, Ohana means family. And we don’t leave family behind. Even when family is a funny looking aussie.
So we have three puppies for just a day or two. Then the two black tri babies will be off to one foster home and we will foster the little double merle baby. She’s just a wee 2.5 lbs right now and has lived a life that is not acceptable for the princess that she is. That changes today.
It’s been three years since I quit smoking. But the news that is even better than that…Sean has been smoke free for almost 3 months! As a multi-pack-a-day smoker since before we met (1997), it’s been really hard for him to quit. He’s tried so many times in the past 3 years and this is by far the best he’s done.
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