Pets vs. Humans


Pets vs Humans

 

 

One spring morning there was a strange scratching sound at my door. I saw no one standing there, so I chalked it up to the wind. I heard it again and went to check it out. As I opened the door, a cream-colored mutt puppy sauntered into my living room. She sat by my feet and gave me her paw.  I said, “Well, hello there, precious little one. How are you?”

            She snuggled up to my leg. I bent down to greet her, and she licked my face. It didn’t take long before we were best friends.

            My mother was visiting. She came into the room and said, “Where did that damn dog come from?”  I told her I wasn’t sure. “She just appeared at the door magically,” I said.  “Bahhh!” Mom replied, not much into dogs, and definitely not much into stray anything.

            Ginger didn’t wear out her welcome. She went to the door in a few minutes and dismissed herself almost as quickly as she came in. The next few days a very similar scenario happened. I soon found out that my neighbor Emily had gotten a new puppy and was having trouble keeping her in the fence when she would leave for work. I didn’t mind the puppy’s visits. I had been mourning the death of my black lab/German shepherd, Poco, mix for about a year and missed having that unconditional love in the house. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to jump back in to getting a new dog without really letting go of Poco first.

            After my mom moved in with me, we ended up getting a little lap dog—a Shorkie (half Shit-zu and half Yorkie) and named him Coco. My mother went from hating dogs to absolutely loving this dog. She even lets Coco sleep with her. So much for Mom’s curmudgeon attitude. Right?

            Lately friends and family have been annoying me with poor choices and attitudes that could be adjusted more than you can imagine. I could tell them off, but that would only make matters worse. I could release them from my life, but that would sometimes leave me lonely. I could ignore them, but there isn’t enough room in my life to get away from them sometimes.

            I can get mad at Coco for pooping in the house, but ten minutes later, I’ll be kissing on him. It’s not likely I’ll be kissing on my sister or brother-in-law after they leave a mattress in my garage for rats to infest. Pets are just easier to love.

            I write this Blog after finding out yesterday that Ginger ran out into the road and got hit by a car. I’ll miss her greeting me at the fence every day more than I miss most of my neighbors. That’s the sad truth. I loved that dog. I suppose we love animals in a different, unconditional way. That’s a good thing. I like having something in my life that doesn’t judge me and that I don’t have to judge either.

Thank God for my little critter, Coco. He lights up my life every day.

           

 

Posted by Your Gay Friend's Guide Blog at 2/7/2011 4:04 PM
Categories: relationship, advice, Mental Health Relationships, Psychology for an Authentic Self, love
Tags: pets death greif grief
 

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