Mrs Woog's poignant post over at Woogsworld started me thinking. There is no love like that of an animal and a human. It is why pets as therapy works such miracles, it is why miracles happen from a child enjoying a relationship with a pet. So this weekend I am grateful for all the love in our lives from our pets, past and present.
Millie - gaming cat extraordinaire. Was family pet but now crazy infatuated with Boy 2.
Reeta - Boy 1 and his never mess with MY boy dog. They fell in love just before his fourth birthday. Still mad over each other nine years later. Even though she is turning grey. Probably for the same reason I am - worrying over her boy.
Cocky - bird owner of Boy 2 since his eighth birthday. Who yells out Boy 2's name if he dares to sleep in too late. And has also been an integral part of Pirate Pillaging, Alien Adventures, and Crazy Cowboys.
Patch - canine friend of Boy 2 since he was three and a half. And she is a girl. Named Patch. Which is better than Wee. Which is what Boy 2 wanted to name her when he was three. As manic and energetic as her boy.
And finally, Ms Flower. Dumped pregnant and still a baby herself. Weaved her magic around us from her rehoming cage at the vet. Crazy, nuts, funny - and perfectly suited to the one she calls her own - her Madmother.
No home is complete without a pet. Unless you have allergies. Then I'll excuse you.