In some ways I want to save every animal I see. Take them home with me. Of course I'm aware of the reality of the matter. And while on the surface I do love every animal, inside I want them all to find homes, but not necessarily mine. When I'm looking for is a connection. A snap. A buzz.
For all the good that books will tell us about how to pick out a "good pet" let's face it, it all comes down to that mysterious connection. That personal preference. We make the properties fit into what we want. Suddenly when those big round eyes are looking up at you, the "requirement" of litter box trained, is waived.
Unfortunately when lightening strikes our hearts we do not always get to take that animal home. And how can you mourn a love that was never technically lost? Yet I still remember that hairy red dog I wasn't allowed to bring home 5 years ago. I was going to name him Wiley on account that he looked like Wile-E coyote.
No these connections haunt us. Maybe more so than the pets we did get, because they are forever suspended in the dream phase.
We can't control when they happen either, say when you're just trying to kill some time before meeting someone...
I like to browse the adoptable pets like a window shopper shopping fancy dresses. I know I won't be taking one home, but it is still fun to look and pretend I could.
And this is perhaps the danger. Because had that little tuxedo kitten not opened his eyes at that precise moment that I was leaning down, he would have been filed away into the abyss of other window animals I have purused and loved. But he did. He looked straight into me.
Which is why I am up so early on a Satruday morning. So I have time to go to the bank, and be at Petsmart when it opens, so no one else can have him.
For all the good that books will tell us about how to pick out a "good pet" let's face it, it all comes down to that mysterious connection. That personal preference. We make the properties fit into what we want. Suddenly when those big round eyes are looking up at you, the "requirement" of litter box trained, is waived.
Unfortunately when lightening strikes our hearts we do not always get to take that animal home. And how can you mourn a love that was never technically lost? Yet I still remember that hairy red dog I wasn't allowed to bring home 5 years ago. I was going to name him Wiley on account that he looked like Wile-E coyote.
No these connections haunt us. Maybe more so than the pets we did get, because they are forever suspended in the dream phase.
We can't control when they happen either, say when you're just trying to kill some time before meeting someone...
I like to browse the adoptable pets like a window shopper shopping fancy dresses. I know I won't be taking one home, but it is still fun to look and pretend I could.
And this is perhaps the danger. Because had that little tuxedo kitten not opened his eyes at that precise moment that I was leaning down, he would have been filed away into the abyss of other window animals I have purused and loved. But he did. He looked straight into me.
Which is why I am up so early on a Satruday morning. So I have time to go to the bank, and be at Petsmart when it opens, so no one else can have him.
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