We had a boxer dog when we lived in Africa; we inherited him from a family who returned 'home'. He was devoted to our family, sort of grateful that we'd taken him in, and he defended us from a rampaging rabid dog. Killed the dog. There was no rabies vaccine in the country (long story) and he had to be shot. Life is different in the bush in central Africa. I took months to get over it. I don't think I'm really over it now, many years later. When we returned to England, a cat adopted us. You'll know how cats do this. My husband is not a cat person. It was obvious she had been badly treated and once again, she became devoted to us, being more like a dog and coming with me for walks. Even hubby gave in to her charms. She died recently of old age.
My husband is right really. We tend to be busy people and animals need time. Our son thinks I'd like a labrador or golden retriever and, as usual, he's dead right!
So give yours a cuddle from me, please! What have you got?
If I mess up a post, is it possible to edit it? Or is it a case of once I've said it - that's it, it's there for eternity?