Animal People

I haven't been on here in awhile, and that is because I'm so dang busy. That and the fact that the yarden is totally dead, and nothing is happening.

Although something did happen. We adopted a new kitten. Winks. We called him that because he had an eye infection that made him unable to open his eye, so he always looked like he was winking at you. Winks. It was a great name.

We had Winks for all of 4 weeks. He spent a week in the garage getting over his fleas, worms, mites, and other outside cat things that happen when a kitten is born outside before finding their way into your heart and home. He spent 3 weeks inside, becoming part of the family.

Today I dropped him off for his neuter surgery. He didn't come home. He passed away due to a terrible reaction from anesthesia, which caused him to go into cardiac arrest. It is rare, but it happens.

I am a terrible mess, I can't stop crying, and the animals are flocking to me, and I love it. I love my animals. Which brings me to my point.

I am an animal person. Some people are people people, some are cat people, some are dog people, and some go gaga over babies. I happen to have this weird thing about me where animals flock to me. They always have, and I'm sure they always will. Sick, healthy, happy, sad, injured... They always just seem to find me.

We will never have children, and we are perfectly OK with that. What we will always have in our future are animals. That's just the way it is. And I'm also perfectly OK with that. I am learning that most animals make it, and some don't. I am learning to be perfectly OK with that. It will forever be my cross to bear, and yes, I am perfectly OK with that.

To all the other animal people out there, I'm there for you.