Saturday, July 9th, 2005 • 3 Comments on For the Love of Animals
I have many pets, as anyone who has ever met me knows. My house is a veritable petting zoo of critters. There have been times when I went to the pet store to buy pet food and came home with another pet. No longer. Now my pets come to me, the ones who are unwanted or homeless. It is almost uncanny how I seem to acquire a new pet just as I lose one, or when I start thinking that it wouldn’t be too much of a hardship to take on one more. I’m still a sucker for a cute little face in a pet store, but I resist the temptation because I know it’s only a matter of time before there’s another cat or bird or, most recently, gerbil, that will need a home even more.
It’s hard sometimes, this overwhelming love and need to care for animals. Time consuming, expensive, sometimes exhausting. Pets get sick and need medication or expensive veterinary care; pets get old and require more attention and adjustments to routine; pets die, and my heart breaks with every one.
Sometimes I think should stop taking in more pets. Eventually, in another ten or fifteen years, all the pets I have now will be gone. Imagine the possibilities of a pet-free house. No mud and leaves tracked throughout in the spring and autumn. No pet accidents on the carpet or fur on the furniture. No pet food bills. No costly trips to the vet. No comforting a dog who is afraid of thunderstorms. No breaking up tussles between cats. No being woken up in the middle of the night. No need to worry about pet care when I take a trip. Life without pets would be nice and neat and quiet, wouldn’t it? But it’s a fantasy I’ll never indulge for more than a few minutes, no matter how crazy they make me sometimes.
I have been told too many times to count that I can’t save them all, I can’t take them all in. True. But I do what I can. As much as I can.
What I can’t understand is the people who don’t do more.