Some loves one never can forget, not the least of which are pets we have had. My mother spoke fondly of the dog that was companion to her and her ten brothers and sisters. I get very wistful when I think of my old horse, Montana Red, who was a retired camp horse and very gentle. I smile when I recall my miniature poodle who ventured into a six inch high snowstorm when I lived in Victorville, California, an odd occurrence on both counts, that is, the snow, and such a little dog having no fear of it.
I remember my miniature pinscher dog and my cat who chased each other around and around in my house in which the downstairs can be turned into a circular runway, if all the doors to the rooms are open. Now and again, I even think of my pet turtle who ate hamburger and who was purchased at Woolworth’s Five and Dime Store. He went missing for weeks, until he was seen, making it across the floor of my mother’s bedroom, within a dust ball. I believe that is also a commentary on her lack of interest in housekeeping. I suspect that one of my mischievous brothers put the turtle on the floor to begin with, as it had been within its own turtle dish, made with an elevated area for sunning and to be dry.
The few farm animals we had were really pets, too. Some of them became chicken stew and rabbit stew on an impoverished family’s table. I’d never quite thought that would be their end.
The truth of the matter is this: if we are the caretakers of animals (or people), we never can forget them, even if they are no longer here. Our love extends beyond this mortal existence, and if we close our eyes, we can dream of petting that cat, riding that horse, and walking that dog. Animals give us so much and ask so little in return. They are an example of non-conditional love. If you have lost an animal recently, you have my deepest sympathy. While your special pet cannot be replaced, consider the many more pets that wait to be adopted in animal shelters across the country, even purebred dogs. Even if you do get another pet, a part of your heart will always be reserved for the one you have lost.
Patricia Cummings
