For the Love of Our Fur-Family Members
Good Evening All,
My name is Erik and I am from Aurora Illinois. I have had fur-family members for nearly all of my life, and I am 44. I come from a family of pet lovers, my Mother trained our Himalayan to do several things on command including my favorite where she stood on her hind legs and waved. Anyone that tells you that 'cats can't be trained', just didn't have the love and patience to do so. My wife and I lost the love of my life last week. Penelope "Nelly" was a short haired domestic Calico who fell short of her 17th birthday. The hole it has left in our home is nearly unbearable. I lost my mother when she was just 53, and oddly the grief I feel for Nelly is very familiar to that. While I had Nelly since she was 6 weeks old, my wife has only known her for the last ten years. I did make the mistake of being a man (you know, born without the Good sense that God gave us), and reminded her of that fact...and that went over SO WELL! It doesn't matter how long you spend with a companion, once they are in your heart they are rooted there. Grieving is not a competition about who is hurting more, like my 4 year old self proved.