"Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly." Langston Hughes
Page updated as of January 2023:
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 are what I (and most shelters) would call seniors. As of this writing, my herd is the smallest it’s been in many, many years. There are two dogs and one cat. Max, the white cat featured in a few photos below, is thought to be 16 years old, but doesn’t act it one bit. I still have Sophie and Snuggles. I hope to have them all around for many, many years. Babs (the beautiful calico at the bottom of the page) passed away this past Halloween-time, from complications related to her diabetes which we discovered in December of 2021.
All are rescued from shelters, and in Bonkers’ case, was a foster failure. Morgan is now with my old roommate and friend Kelly who is still in Albuquerque, and she 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, Osito passed away the beginning of April 2017. She sent Snuggles 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 three and two dogs!
So, without further adieu, here they are, in all their furry glory!!
Morgan!! I fell in love with Morgan in Page, Arizona. This picture was her picture on Petfinder – so much better than anything I could have taken of her! She was a three year old cattle dog (some refer to her as a heeler) when this picture was taken.
Update: Morgan is with my old roommate, Kelly, back in Albuquerque, New Mexico. They adored each other and she is an Army veteran. She suffers from PTSD and a few other things and Morgan has been an angel for her (in her words.) I’m not surprised at this. When her physical injuries flair up, she is right there to comfort her. Sometimes she can even predict when things will flare up or are worsening. I feel like I was meant to be her mama until Kelly came along and that their partnership was the reason she came into my life. Kelly doesn’t know what she would do without her. I miss her a ton, of course. But I know she is with someone who would lay down her life for her, and vice versa.