Growing up, I don’t recall so many abandoned animals. I guess the designer pet market helped displace the non-perfect specimens. Compounded by pets living longer, rescue groups are continually seeking forever homes for wonderful, mature companions.
Spock, our biggest feline, lost his owner after a month long coma. Their relatives confined four year old Spock to a cat carrier while they cleaned the house, then wouldn’t pay the surrender fee to the humane society, and threatened on Facebook he’d be put on the street. Human compassion at it’s finest, but our gain. The mom of one of my riding buddies saw the post and rescued him. We’d been looking for a kitty, so the timing worked. The first few weeks he nervously licked his tummy to reddish bald spots. Petting, consoling, and string chasing sessions dashed his abandonment fears. He’s the friendliest, coolest feline I’ve ever known.
Tallulah’s been my desk-side buddy for a decade. She arrived at three or four years old, and now her hearing’s going, her eyes are cloudy, her hips are weaker, but her spirit brightens our house and our walks. We couldn’t rub her tummy with our stocking feet for years–she’d cower, awaiting a kick. And she’s a pleaser, always trying to figure out what you want her to do. Right now, our goal is to ensure she lives pain free.
Lance, aka Thirsty’s Possum, answered my childhood horsey dreams, that I’m living out as an adult. We’ve partnered for nearly eight years, and traveled hundreds of miles together. He’s turning thirty in May, and we’re trail riding three or four times a week. Tallulah and I walk beside him other days. The exercise helps all of us battle arthritis. The first six or seven months I leased him, I wondered if he even liked me. Then I heard his story, how a dentist raised him until seven, sold him to a friend, and lost track of his horse for fifteen years. The friend sold Lance and never gave the dentist the opportunity to buy him back. You see, Lance voices his opinion in subtle ways, but to those who don’t listen to their animals, that would be a problem. When I contacted the man who raised him, he sent me a wonderful photo of Lance at seven, in Hell’s Canyon, on a hunting trip. If you want a horse who keeps you aboard, get a former pack pony!
Cheeto, our smaller, younger kitty, is a spitfire. Don’t let those charming green eyes fool you. She holds her own. At half the size of Spock, we think she’s been bullied. My adult son keeps her in his nearby apartment, but while he works, she visits. Not certain of her full story, but she’s been shuffled several times. Her journey to a welcoming home ends with us.
My husband and sons are wonderful, but knowing my gardening, walking, typing, and lap buddies continuously seek out my companionship fills a place in my heart reserved only for my furry friends. If you’re considering a new family member in 2020, please consider a mature one. They’ll never disappoint. Let your home be their forever home.
The Targeted Pawn, Book 3 in my Love Thrives in Emma Springs series of clean, romantic suspense stories, features several rescued animals who prove their worth to their owners–in love and deeds. It releases on March 18, 2020.