It’s one thing to say, as so many of you have, “when the time is right, a furry friend might find his or her way into your life.”
That’s a comforting thought. It comes from a place of love and understanding. It’s OK to say that to us.
But it’s not OK to say, “So, when are you getting another one?” Or, “Are you getting another one?”
My own sister said that to me. In a text.
As if a life with four legs is just another object in your house. Something to own. Something to replace something else with. Or, worse yet, something to collect.
I get as mad at those comments as I did when people called Stuart a skunk.
And my response always involves children. Would you call a child a “skunk” if he or her had a stray streak of white or grey in their hair? Or some other distinguishing mark?
No. You wouldn’t.
If you lost your son of 9 years and 9 months, how would you feel if someone asked, “So, when are you gonna get pregnant again? Soon? Ya gonna have another one?”
I know, I know, our animal companions aren’t our “children”, but they are living beings who are the center of our lives and mean the world to us.
They can’t speak. But they communicate like nothing else. They give love and they need love. They need nurturing and guidance. They need nourishment – physical and emotional. They need playtime and education. They need attention.
But boy, do they ever give so much more than they get.