I am an animal lover and I admit it freely! Maddy, I had a cat with a heart problem, which was what turned out to be a murmur and he lived to be 13 years old. Everynight after the kids were put to bed, he would go spend a few minutes with each of them (they were very small at the time), then come to me, climb up on my lap and lay there to be petted. One night, after he crawled up in my lap, he curled up and died quietly. It was, at the time, a horrible experience. However, now that time has passed I can see how lucky he was to have such a peaceful death and how lucky I was to be with him when it happened. I will never forget him.

Now I have a very, very, very spoiled mutt. He is 6 years old and I have had him since he was 3 weeks old, when I rescued him, his 8 brothers and sisters and his mom. Maybe because of the very precarious start he had in life and how hard I struggled to keep him alive, I feel in my heart that he is one of my kids.

I have always found it hard to trust or like someone who doesn't like animials. How can anyone not love them? Here is a not so clear shot of my third child! lol

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