"Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly." Langston Hughes
If you’ve just stumbled across my blog, or even if you’ve been a long time reader (in which case, I thank you wholeheartedly!), you know that I am a huge animal lover. So much so that I have my own little *herd* as I like to call them. I try to post pics of them in posts from time to time, but thought this might be a good addition to the blog as well. All of my animals except for the newest addition to the family are what I would call seniors. The youngest, we think, is about 9 or 10, and the oldest is 15 years old, and I hope to have them all around for many, many years. All are rescued from shelters, and in Bonkers’ case, was a foster failure. The newest member of the family is at the bottom of this page and her name is Babs. Morgan is now with my old roommate and friend James who is still in Albuquerque, and he cannot imagine life without her.
I’ve included pictures of my animals who have gone over the Rainbow Bridge. I know they are still with me in spirit. Sadly, now Osito is also gone since the beginning of April 2017. She sent Snuggle to me literally the day after. (I know she had a hand in that!) When I first moved to the southwest, I had five cats and Osito. I now have four cats and two dogs!
So, without further adieu, here they are, in all their furry glory!!
Please meet the newest member of the herd: Morgan!! This picture was her picture on Petfinder – so much better than anything I could have taken of her! She’s a three year old cattle dog (some refer to her as a heeler.)
Update: Morgan is with my old roommate, James, back in Albuquerque, New Mexico. They adored each other and he is an Army veteran. He suffers from PTSD and a few other things and Morgan has been an angel for him (in his words. I’m not surprised at this.) When his physical injuries bother him, she is right there to comfort him. When other things bother him, she is there and sometimes she can even predict when things will flare up or are worsening. I feel like I was meant to be her mama until he came along and that their partnership was the reason she came into my life. He doesn’t know what he would do without her. I miss her a ton, of course. But I know she is with someone who would lay down his life for her, and vice versa.