I have always loved animals. As a child I used cry whenever I watched an episode of "Lassie". It was a mixture of the music and Lassie's soulful eyes that made me cry. The combination plucked at my heart strings like a professional cellist. One summer my dad ran over a rabbit's nest with the lawnmower killing the mother and all but one baby. The baby was so small it had no fur yet only skin, like a tiny hippo we wrapped in a washcloth. Family members took turns trying to feed the baby with an eyedropper but the milk kept coming out of its nose. Eventually it died and I cried for so many days that my dad tried to explain the circle of life to me, ever the comforter in times of sadness, providing an understanding shoulder to cry on, "Stop being so emotional. Everything dies." Thanks, Dad.
The problem is I never outgrew my love for animals and now I have a house full of cats and dogs that other people discarded like used tissues. I would take in more if I had more space and money. This blog is dedicated to my unapologetic love for animals. I don't eat them, I don't wear them and I help provide for them as much as possible. I know it might be hard to believe, but yes, I'm single too! Call me what you will - crazy cat lady, creepy dog lady, wacko single lady. It's okay. All my children are furry and I'm cool with it.
I still love you, Lassie even after I found out you were played by a male collie. Oh reality, you are such a cruel mistress.
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