So as you can tell from my bio I'm a huge animal fanatic. I'm shocked it took me this long to make a post about my furry friends.
When we moved from Newfoundland to Montreal Canada my family decided to get an orange kitten. My mother named him Muffin; she didn't came if it was a boy or girl, its name was Muffin. He was five weeks old when we got him and had to be fed with an eye dropper. We didn't have him long. My father became asthmatic and we had to give him away to a family friend. My mother was heart broken; she is a cat lover through and through.
After sometime had pasted we went to the SPCA and found a 5 month old Black Lab Mix. We fell in love on the spot and brought him home that day. We named him Shadow, because he followed us everywhere! Him and Brandy became good friends and we'd always find them curled up by the window in the sun. So then I had to share my twin size bed with two dogs, which I didn't mind at all. After 6 short years in Montreal we moved to New Hampshire. It was a big change but I adjusted with the help of my dogs.
I got diagnosed with cancer in January of 2000, and Brandy died from liver failure that April. It crushed me. I had her all my life and then she was just gone. It was a big void in my life and came at the most horrible time for me and my family.
Myself and Rocky had this thing, he knew when I was coming home. So as soon as I pulled into the driveway I would see him face in the window and he'd meet me right at the door. I got out of work one afternoon and pulled in the driveway, and there was no white face waiting for me. I figured he was busy begging for food. I walked in the door and saw my Dad crying. (I have only seen my Dad cry twice, once when his mother died and again when he told me I had cancer.) I knew something was up. I asked "where's Rocky?" and all my mother said was that he was gone. I hit the floor in tears. Its hard enough to lose a pet when you know they are sick, but just out of the blue, it was devastating. He died in front of my father, from heart failure. Something common in Boxers. He was only 6 years old.
www.Petfinder.com and found a 16 week old Pit Bull mix. After all the paperwork was filled out, we got to pick him up. We named him Nikko. He's all white with a brown ear and a brown spots. He is a doll. When they found him he was in a box on the side of the road with his brothers and sisters, and his mom was clawing at the box to get them out. Sadly he was the only one that survived. So he is a fighter. Nikko is quite the character, and I can see bits and pieces of all my past dogs in him. He's a loveable snuggler. Pit bulls get a bad rap but I have never seen a bad or mean feature in him. He is now three years old and acts like he's still one.
My life is animals. They are like my kids (because I don't have any, but still will be when I do). It's awesome to come home to them and wake up to them. They are always happy to see you. I will never not have an animal in my house as long as I live. They make make my life the way it is, and I am grateful for that.