Exactly. Pets are meant to be our companions. Especially for men like you of our age, when there are no children around to keep us company, pets are the best choice.
Exactly. Pets are meant to be our companions. Especially for men like you of our age, when we don’t have children around, pets are the best choice. The significance of pets to everyone is different. Some people regard them as their children, while others merely treat them as pets. Even though they are no longer with us, I believe they must be blessing us somewhere. I hope we can find different pets to accompany us. They don’t want us to be alone.
I treat them as furry buddies. Calling them “my kids” is a bit off to me, but whatever floats their boat.
[cough] Woman, actually. ETF were three four-month old orange tiger brothers I adopted en masse many years ago. That’s Ed as my avatar.
Yup, I am also a woman. I was going to let the mistake pass, but I’ll correct if you do.
I had only one cat, for a while after I left my parents’ home. Then I had a neighbor who had three cats, all from the same litter. They all died in the same year. I thought that must have been terrible; and since then have made a practice of having multiple cats of varying ages (though I have more than once also wound up with littermates as part of the clowder.) Nearly all the cats have also clearly wanted feline friends.
I try to keep a hard ceiling at four; though I’ve occasionally been a bit over. If I get down to two, I feel a bit anxious, because what if something happens to one and the other is left all alone? So if I get down to two I start to keep an active eye out. I rarely have to actively go find another cat, though; usually somebody shows up, either directly at my door or at the place of a friend who can’t keep them.
I’m in my 70’s, and I was going to stop getting young cats a few years ago, and start looking for older ones as needed. But the most recent two showed up on their own, about two years apart, each of them at about a year and a half old; and I wasn’t going to turn down the cat meowing at my door; especially not the second one, who’d lurked around the place for months in obvious fear of humans before finally gathering up his courage and deciding to take a chance on coming up to me. Most recent addition is now somewhere between five and six; current Senior Cat is 13. (The dog is four.)
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