So, with just a couple blogs under my belt, I’ve been accused!
Brushing the question aside for the moment – Am I a Crazy Cat Lady? – I will start off in my defense that I was not ALWAYS a cat person.
I never had cats growing up or lived with cats, so I just didn’t get it. But I didn’t need to, because I had Dogs.
I became a proud mama of two unrelated 2-year old Goldens (one pure, one mix) in 1997. Unfortunately, Copper passed away in 2003 – before I entered any kind of digital age – and all my 1,000’s of photos of her are in scrapbooks.
Bear and I had many adventures during his 14 years.
We hiked and backpacked all over Colorado and even drove to Alaska together!
Being a dog owner is fulfilling, but also hard work. Big, outdoor dogs, that require a fenced yard. I lived in some REALLY shitty places, just because they allowed dogs. And in the end, Bear was sick, and that was also really hard.
I always imagined I would “take a break” and then get a puppy. But on the suggestion of my (ex) fiance, we got Tigger instead.
Tigger was 6 months old when we got him — exactly 6 months after Bear died. I like to think there’s a connection there.
Needless to say, I’ve realized not only how cool cats are but that they suit my current lifestyle a lot better. Aside from the whole 4 a.m. wakeup/barfing on the new carpet/ “loose stools” from new food thing, they really are easier.
I still miss my sweet boy though (and my sweet girl Copper too).