Two years ago we lost our sweet Molly. She was 14 1/2 years old. She came to the names: Molly, Molly-moo, Moll-Moo, Moon, Lane, Laney, Elana, trisha, Mol-trisha…The list goes on. I don’t think any of us could tell you the reason for all of her nicknames. She had so many different sides to her personality that each name fit her on a given day. We adored her.
One year later we lost our Jess to cancer. He was 141/2 too. He only had a few nicknames, Rudy-Roo, Jones, and Jonesy. My heart is still broken over his loss and most likely always will be:
My first loves were my cat Sam, and my two dogs Benji and Frisky. They had no nicknames! Sam was a siamese cat. Benji wandered up one day as a stray, and Frisky was supposed to be a full bred poodle but came out with stick straight hair, so we inherited him!
A few years back I sent every childhood photo back to my family because I felt they were photos of their memories. I was surprised to find these in my photos today. I guess they were my memories and I wanted to keep them!
The point is, I have always loved animals. All animals. A turkey:
But this is the first time I have been without the love of an animal. I say all this because I wanted everyone to know why I cherish the owl. She came at a time when I have had so much loss. And she has brought back some love to me. I am grateful.