The World of Pets.
The world of pets can be full of individual and vibrant examples, yet share a common theme of emotional bonds. The loss of a pet can be a very deep experience, as my own history of a few what felt like forced departures over the years, has shown me. Developing a rapport with an animal can entail a close relationship and one that never feels quite ready to have reached the time of saying goodbye. Even now, I can not recollect happy memories without both laughing and shedding a tear from my eye for the more poignant encounters.
My grandmother had several cats at one time. I was just over the age of a toddler and found them rather boring. At the risk of upsetting cat lovers, my personal attempt at breaking the ice with them was doomed to failure as I tried to grab them which naturally ended in them hissing and baring their claws. My grandmother happened to see the action and admonished me not to repeat the incident. Much later on in my family, it was for my daughter that we decided to acquire a kitten and he certainly changed my view on cats forever!
A very small but significant chap, that little kitten knew how to take the lead in a family. He had an interesting character, and multiple different roles in the family unit. He was a companion for my daughter, a source of entertainment for my mother in law as he would often get caught napping in her shoes and a bundle of baby fun for my wife who ended up having to assume a maternal status for him and teach him quite a few right from wrongs. I enjoyed playing with him and ultimately I was his wrestling buddy. Although this time I could handle the situation with care, he would love to roar and play fight until we were both puffed out, and in our own ways laughing.
The first dog in my life was a female named Chris. She was an Alsatian cross Chow who was a surprise birthday present. From a small puppy she developed into near enough a full size Alsatian. She was black and had a ruff around her neck similar to a lion and also the additional astounding chow blue tongue.
The next dog in my life was a pedigree female Chow. She had a distinctive character and an affectionate nature. Her name was Lindy and she had one heck of a sense of humour. This was regularly displayed when on being called back, she would avoid me laughing as I valiantly attempted to put her lead back on to her. When she suddenly passed away the grief I felt was immense.
Although my father bred budgerigars, he decided I should keep one as a pet. He was blue and a male. Eagerly I anticipated talking with my pet but as it turned out conversation with Joey remained just a dream. There was a dramatic incident one day when my dog Chris was yawning with its mouth wide open and my pet budgerigar flew into the open dog's mouth. Before I had time to respond, my father had called out loudly to Chris with his name, which had the response of my dog not closing his mouth entirely. The wet bedraggled bird flopped onto the floor, then flew up to perch on the curtain rail thankfully none the worse for his experience.
The fish tank was home for several goldfish and catfish. They provided endless opportunities to watch their everyday activity. I often imagined the catfish a great many times larger, their mouths wide and ordained with their sensing tentacles.
Finally I should mention several recollections of rabbits. They formed part of a repertoire, a few of my personal pets that I have had the good fortune to share time with and get to know. The rabbits were totally different, one exceptional and very small one became best of chums with none other than a seagull and together they would sit side by side for such a long time, practically touching through the wire of the rabbit’s outdoor cage. Then, came two brothers with a love and hate relationship for each other. They would miss each other if not at a close enough proximity but then literally go for each other’s throats if they were put together.
My world of pets will probably differ from yours, and yours will not be the same as someone else might have gotten to know about. That is part of the amazing and awesome relationships and experiences that pets, both on the more conventional or wild side, can bring into people's lives.
My grandmother had several cats at one time. I was just over the age of a toddler and found them rather boring. At the risk of upsetting cat lovers, my personal attempt at breaking the ice with them was doomed to failure as I tried to grab them which naturally ended in them hissing and baring their claws. My grandmother happened to see the action and admonished me not to repeat the incident. Much later on in my family, it was for my daughter that we decided to acquire a kitten and he certainly changed my view on cats forever!
A very small but significant chap, that little kitten knew how to take the lead in a family. He had an interesting character, and multiple different roles in the family unit. He was a companion for my daughter, a source of entertainment for my mother in law as he would often get caught napping in her shoes and a bundle of baby fun for my wife who ended up having to assume a maternal status for him and teach him quite a few right from wrongs. I enjoyed playing with him and ultimately I was his wrestling buddy. Although this time I could handle the situation with care, he would love to roar and play fight until we were both puffed out, and in our own ways laughing.
The first dog in my life was a female named Chris. She was an Alsatian cross Chow who was a surprise birthday present. From a small puppy she developed into near enough a full size Alsatian. She was black and had a ruff around her neck similar to a lion and also the additional astounding chow blue tongue.
The next dog in my life was a pedigree female Chow. She had a distinctive character and an affectionate nature. Her name was Lindy and she had one heck of a sense of humour. This was regularly displayed when on being called back, she would avoid me laughing as I valiantly attempted to put her lead back on to her. When she suddenly passed away the grief I felt was immense.
Although my father bred budgerigars, he decided I should keep one as a pet. He was blue and a male. Eagerly I anticipated talking with my pet but as it turned out conversation with Joey remained just a dream. There was a dramatic incident one day when my dog Chris was yawning with its mouth wide open and my pet budgerigar flew into the open dog's mouth. Before I had time to respond, my father had called out loudly to Chris with his name, which had the response of my dog not closing his mouth entirely. The wet bedraggled bird flopped onto the floor, then flew up to perch on the curtain rail thankfully none the worse for his experience.
The fish tank was home for several goldfish and catfish. They provided endless opportunities to watch their everyday activity. I often imagined the catfish a great many times larger, their mouths wide and ordained with their sensing tentacles.
Finally I should mention several recollections of rabbits. They formed part of a repertoire, a few of my personal pets that I have had the good fortune to share time with and get to know. The rabbits were totally different, one exceptional and very small one became best of chums with none other than a seagull and together they would sit side by side for such a long time, practically touching through the wire of the rabbit’s outdoor cage. Then, came two brothers with a love and hate relationship for each other. They would miss each other if not at a close enough proximity but then literally go for each other’s throats if they were put together.
My world of pets will probably differ from yours, and yours will not be the same as someone else might have gotten to know about. That is part of the amazing and awesome relationships and experiences that pets, both on the more conventional or wild side, can bring into people's lives.
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