Why Having Pets Makes Us More Human


| 11/13/2013 10:12:00 AM


Tags: pets, Lindsay Mcnamara, New Jersey,

catWhen I was in grade school, I wanted nothing more than to have a cat.  I begged and begged my parents.  I watched all kinds of cat shows on Animal Planet to learn as much as I could about being a pet owner.  Finally, my dad took me to get a cat.  I was so happy I wore my ‘Cool Cat’ shirt and gladly hopped in the car as my dad drove us to his friend’s house.

After what seemed like forever, we arrived.  There were several black and white kittens running around this man’s home and I couldn’t believe one of them was going to be mine!  All of the kittens were very playful and friendly, but there was one that stayed with my dad and I even when all of her brothers and sisters went in the other room to play.  That kitten was the one for me.  I loved her immediately and we took her home to meet the rest of my family.

My parents named her ‘Trixy,’ after one of the characters in The Honeymooners.  Over the course of time, she got used to her new home and found lots of ways to make all of us smile.  She sat on the ledge of the bathtub whenever my sister took a bath and drank water from a yellow smiley face bucket.  My sister got into a lot of sticky situations when she was a toddler and Trixy was her partner in crime.  cat with fish

Trixy loved Christmas time and enjoyed sleeping underneath the tree and playing with ornaments until they fell down.  She would always come down to the kitchen when my mom was making turkey or roasted chicken…or when we shook the bag of her treats and asked if she wanted a ‘yummy.’ 

After a new arrival to our family, Luke the dog, moved in, Trixy was not too thrilled, but she still cuddled with us every night and purred when you rubbed her whiskers or pet under her chin.  She was a happy cat who enjoyed making all of our nice furniture furry.

When I moved out on my own to my apartment, I was a little lonely at first.  My parents suggested Trixy move in with me.  Trixy became a beach kitty almost a year ago, in late December of 2012, at the age of 14.


winter
11/14/2013 11:01:01 AM

I felt the same way when our two, old, dachshunds both died within a month of each other a few weeks ago. In fact, I posted their passing on my blog: http://www.winterrobinson.com. As sad as we both were (the hole they left in our hearts and home felt enormous), I knew I was alive." To not have had their companionship, loyalty and love would have made me a very different person.




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