Lingering Afterthoughts
January 16th 2012 21:00
Still no word from Anastasia. I’m beginning to wonder if my sister was right. I miss my boys so much. Sometimes, my heart just feel empty inside.
Fred tried to console me by taking the philosophical approach: “They’ve gone to a good home. With the long hours you work, when would you feed them? You would have to buy food for them. What if they get sick? If they get sick, could you afford to pay for an operation?”
“My boyfriend’s friend had to pay $4,000 to get his dog operated on,” said my sister.
“That’s why you take out pet insurance,” I said to both of them. From a purely logical and financial standpoint, their arguments make sense. But how can you argue with your heart when it is telling you to take them? I miss smelling tuna on their coats. I miss Gingersnap’s never ending purring and the way he would knead me, even though it hurt. I miss Butterscotch’s head butts. Who would have ever known on that fateful night when Brett introduced his pets to me that they would change my life so radically?
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