Dixie Belle
05-15-2001, 01:33 AM
A lot of people think me werid, but I know I'm not. I've always been "different" because of my love for animals. I got to thinking on it myself one day. Why do I love them?
I think of Jewel. I remember the skinny, scared kitten that I brought home eleven years ago. Looking at the ten pound cat today, you would never be able to guess how small she was then. It's when she comes only to me, no one else, just because she heard my voice. She curls up beside me and purrs. It's the trust she has, the "Thank you" that she says.
I think of Justin. I remember the rolly-polly puppy that I got ten years ago. He's never done anything really special. He hasn't saved any lives. But he is always there to play fetch with. He's there just to talk to and to pet on. It's the trust and devotion in his eyes.
I sit with Mama by my side. I remember the little puppy that seven years ago, showed up on my parent's step. She was hungry, and for more than just food. I think of the times when I have been hurting inside. I remember how she has always been there to give me comfort. She never complains, never tells me I'm wrong. She has never said I'm a bad person. It's the love, devotion, the "I understand" in her eyes.
I sit with Belle on the swing. She is still a puppy in many ways. But she lays there, her head in my lap, sleeping. Not a thing in the world can scare her, not with me there. It's the trust.
Now Ihave Smokey and Bear. Two little kittens I've had only one week. Their mommy is dead, my husband and I are all they have. In one week they hear our voice and are happy. They purr while we hold them. They follow us around the house, never wanting to be far from us. The trust is already there. What will it become when they are grown?
I think of these things when people ask me, why do you have so many animals? What is it about them? I've come to realize that I'm not crazy, I'm not werid. I realize that I'm special. I'm special because these animals have chosen me to trust, me to love. And they are always there for me, no matter what. And I know that's why I love them.
If you have managed to put up with me long enought to read all of this, then please, look into your pet's eyes and see what they have to say. It's bound to make your day go right.
I think of Jewel. I remember the skinny, scared kitten that I brought home eleven years ago. Looking at the ten pound cat today, you would never be able to guess how small she was then. It's when she comes only to me, no one else, just because she heard my voice. She curls up beside me and purrs. It's the trust she has, the "Thank you" that she says.
I think of Justin. I remember the rolly-polly puppy that I got ten years ago. He's never done anything really special. He hasn't saved any lives. But he is always there to play fetch with. He's there just to talk to and to pet on. It's the trust and devotion in his eyes.
I sit with Mama by my side. I remember the little puppy that seven years ago, showed up on my parent's step. She was hungry, and for more than just food. I think of the times when I have been hurting inside. I remember how she has always been there to give me comfort. She never complains, never tells me I'm wrong. She has never said I'm a bad person. It's the love, devotion, the "I understand" in her eyes.
I sit with Belle on the swing. She is still a puppy in many ways. But she lays there, her head in my lap, sleeping. Not a thing in the world can scare her, not with me there. It's the trust.
Now Ihave Smokey and Bear. Two little kittens I've had only one week. Their mommy is dead, my husband and I are all they have. In one week they hear our voice and are happy. They purr while we hold them. They follow us around the house, never wanting to be far from us. The trust is already there. What will it become when they are grown?
I think of these things when people ask me, why do you have so many animals? What is it about them? I've come to realize that I'm not crazy, I'm not werid. I realize that I'm special. I'm special because these animals have chosen me to trust, me to love. And they are always there for me, no matter what. And I know that's why I love them.
If you have managed to put up with me long enought to read all of this, then please, look into your pet's eyes and see what they have to say. It's bound to make your day go right.