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You Are Loved

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Some people are dog people and some are cat people.  Some people are warm and fuzzy and they like to nuzzle, while others are a bit more distant and somewhat less affectionate.  Still, the dog people love their dogs passionately, and cat people love their cats passionately.

Here I wonder why from having dogs all my life, I have a cat!  Don’t misunderstand I love Rhea she is my companion and listener to my ravings when I loose my mind.

I inherited Rhea through a nurse who was taking care of me, when I was sick. She had just returned to work at the hospital where I was staying for awhile.  One day I was being retrofitted for an iv-drip ( I always had problems with those thingys!) and the two nurses adjusting it and pinching and pricking were having a conversation regardless of  me there.  The discourse was about this female cat of about 6 years who keeps on sneeking into the nurse’s newborn crib at night.  She was so afraid she was going to choke him she dumped the cat into the basement.  Her guilt was evident, tears were brimming into her eyes as she was saying this.  My regular nurse turns around and looks at me.  “Why don’t you take her? She will be great company during your recovery!” She did not know what she was asking!  I had to readjust my whole life for this cat!  What about if she did not like me and destroyed my apartment?

I told her I will think about it.  Two days later, the new nurse comes in and starts checking for vitals, I  made the stupid mistake of asking what was happening with her cat.  There goes the guilt look and and the pouring of words out of that lovely woman’s mouth about what can she do about her cat.

I thought of it and I knew I could not have a dog. A cat would be a substitute and I did not have to walk it. Made up my mind. On the day of my discharge she brought the cat over with me and all accessories and food.  She left with the assurance that if it din’t work out she was willing to take her back.

After 3 weeks out of my apartment and a new cat it was quite a challange and just what I needed to heal emotionally and physically. I did not see the cat for 3 days! Oh, she would come out eat and do her business in the litter box but she would not come near me.

On the 4th day I was a little down emotionally I had returned  from the doctor’s  office with a follow up and I  was not really happy with my outcome I  rolled up on  my sofa with my favorite blanket and just napped.  I woke up feeling a pressure on my chest as I opened my eyes there were two pairs of hazel eyes looking at me.  My first instinct was to jump up, but then I remembered she is part if my household now. I kept looking and she kept staring, I did what any crazy person usually does I started talking to her about my feelings, my condition, my pain and anything. After awhile I got up and went to make myself something to eat and she followed me.  I could not get rid of her, she just was all over. The best was when I sat again on the sofa she very gently snuck next to me and kept pushing and snuggled her whole body and started to purr. I think she just decided to make me her pet!

Her name was impossible to roll around, I decided to call her Rhea because it’s a moon of Saturn.  I have a friend who is an artist and he positively loves anything  about Saturn! He loves cats too, he takes them on fishing trips and ect.

Rhea was six when she came to me, seven years later she’s the love of my life, she talks,  croones and takes care of me. There is no one else!

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  2. What a great story….for me I am both a cat and dog lover….after being on the singles market for 13 years and never having a serious man in my life I was sick of the dating world and decided to give up on any kind of human love life and rescue a dog, After all they are mans best friend so why not!! they love you unconditionally and are always happy to see you when you come home…so I started on the internet, found all the shelters near where I live and so started the picture looking…I wasn’t sure what I wanted, but I was sure I would know when I found her, one thing was for sure I wanted a female….I love my flowers to much to have to fight with a male dog doing its business all over them….after many weeks of looking and I wen to the local pound, where apparently you have to meet some kind of personality test (10 page application) to get a dog.?!? Every do I found that I like, our personality’s didn’t match up, crazy…..so I happen to be driving down a road I rarely travel in my town and low and behold there was an animal rescue. I pulled in and found the most beautiful dog….her and her brother had been owned by 2 young kids that got them as puppies and after they grew into dogs they neglected them and asked there vet to euthanize them when they decided to move on with their lives and didn’t have any need for the dogs anymore. The vet took them in and brought them here to this rescue. They were both full bred border collies, long curly coats of black and white, and they each had one blue eye on white and one brown eye on black…I feel in love with both of them….the Male dog had an aggressive side and was a very angry dog….while the female laid curled up in a ball looking defeated to the world…my heart sank when I say her…they let me walk her and all she wanted to do was find a corner to hide in.. IN the meantime the brother was so besides himself he climbed a 10 foot wire fence to get out to save his sister, sweet in many ways but way to aggressive for me, as I had thought about taking both dogs…so I asked about her and they told me a man was interested in her, but he didn’t want to give them a deposit….I couldn’t get the money out fast enough….they had a paper for my name and address and phone number on it to fill out, I asked where the rest of the application was, they laughed and said oh you’ve been to the pound…..she said all I want to know is are you going to love this dog? Yes of course! and Will you let her sleep on the furniture? Sure shy not, I was living early bohemian at the time, nothing she could hurt…so I found my best friend, she has been with me for 11 years and seen me through many a sad night…I am happy you found were given a good friend…and thanks for following my blog, I look forward to reading your post…Kathy

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