| Bill's Bunch | |
| A Man With A House Full Of Love |
My first was a pigeon, named Homer who lived in the garage loft in Indiana. My idiot younger brother carelessly stepped on him and broke his neck. I almost threw him out of the loft window and to this day I've never forgiven him.
After a period of time we narrowed it down to dogs and cats and never had anything but a stray and the majority were mixed. If the little creature showed up at our house it had a home for life after of course a great effort to locate the owner.
I think our devoted Border Collie and two Beagles were the closest of being pure but sure they had a little other heritage. Our Big Boy was German Shephard and Chow mix and was the most recent loss a few years ago. Our little solid black long-haired Himalayan was murdered by a drunk woman driver but God was watching. I won't go into all the history as it is too painful even as I write you.
Pure-breds are alright, we love all animals. However it seems that the mixed, the "junk-yard" breed seems to be special. They seem to be so grateful that you take them in and never let you forget it. For every cent you invest in them, they return a $1000.00 in loyalty, devotion, love. They don't ask you for much; just a little something to eat, drink, a little comfort and affection. I always have plenty of those things in stock. My pets will eat steak when I eat steak. If there's no food, they will eat.
I have a standing order in the event of an emergency that my pets go first and I go second. By now you probably think you're dealing with a crazy man. That's just the way it is. When all have abandoned you, betrayed you, stabbed you in the back and every other abberant behavior of homo sapiens, your pets are ALWAYS faithful, by your side. I even had two that saved my life as many times.
If I had the means I would build Pet Heaven. There would never be another put to sleep just because they were born.