It is better to Light a Candle
than to curse the Darkness.
-Chinese Proverb
Misty |
 When my toy poodle passed away, Brandy, I thought it would be a while till we would get another pet. But as soon as my dad went to look at Misty, he loved her at first site. She is like having another family member. Now that I moved out of home, I still go home sometimes and she's right there to welcome be home with her tail wagging etc. Just seening her and even her photo makes me smile. -Nick |
Paisley
Snoopy Dancing Dog
The two of them are almost always together and a constant source of laughter. I think this plays a big role in my well being from day to day. - skaz
Magic |
 One day when mom went to the store to get some things she saw this cat swatting at flies. She brought the cat home and I fell in love with it. Magic is a loving kitty that really helps me out. She plays with toys and brings me lizards. The best thing about Magic is that she will let me hold her like a baby and fall asleep in my lap. She is the wildest cat I have ever known. I think Magic is a blessing and was put in my life to help me heal. Because of Magic I will get up during the day and do something. She makes my day when I am upset. I am so glad we saved her. (Magic is a spotted Mackeral Tabby!!!!) Here is a picture I took of her with the remote control. -Kayla |
Sammy |
 Sammy is a rescue dog. The moment I picked her up, we connected. My back had been really bothering me and when I held her for the first time, the pain in my back subsided. Now she has become my confidant, fully accepting me as whole, complete and perfect. Sammy just makes me happy. - J.Paleo |
Morris |
 My pet is a female orange tabby named Morris. I got her December of 1996 from the Animal Defense League's Christmas Adoption push. I was pregnant at the time and having her curled up and purring on my belly soothed and relaxed me. As a kitten, she played with everything and I took great joy in watching her. At the time, my OCD was out of control and I had stack of boxes everywhere that became her jungle where she would stalk and attack us, climbing on and hiding in the boxes. I had another baby in 2000, making a total of 3 boys. Morris put up with the boys, but she was my cat. She would often fall asleep on my hip at night. In 2001, CPS took my children away due to Post-Postpartum Psychosis and my husband in his grief, left me soon after. I became suicidal and was hospitalized for a while. When I came home, Morris was all over me, meowing and rubbing up against me. For three months solid, I cried and slept on the couch. I didn't have the energy to feed myself but I kept Morris fed, watered and cat box clean. In return, she kneaded and curled up on my chest, purring until she fell asleep. She also let me pet her for hours. I found some comfort in this despite my great pain. At the end of three months I became very manic participating in some very risky behaviors. Morris saw me through this phase too, not judging me but loving me unconditionally and letting me love her as well. Now I am doing much better mentally and emotionally and Morris is still with me. She has accepted my new husband and allows him to pet and play with her but she is still my cat. She chews me out for being gone too long when I get home, and rubs up against me sometimes rolling on her back so I will scratch her belly. She is 11 years old now and does not move as fast as she used to. I hate to think of losing her. She has been there for me when I needed her. I know there are others that have pets of their own that have helped them in someway. We should really be grateful for these special animals. -- Debbie Neisler |