my furry friends

We love our furry kids. Period. I can't imagine our lives without our pets here with us. On so many occasions, these pets have been our only friends or companions.

I love them. Dack we got from a pet store....and we've always felt we rescued him because life in a pet store isn't good. Most of the animals sold to and then from pet stores have issues from birth that are not discovered until you've fallen deeply in love with them. (Dack had a hernia repaired, or so we were told......but I doubt it as he's had a hernia his entire life that hasn't caused any problems for him but it's been there)

Jager is the only one we got from a reputable breeder. We went to her home, and saw all her dogs. They were more than loved and taken care of.

P-Momma I rescued from dog abusers who claimed to love her but kept her outside with other chihuahuas. In Las Vegas animals cannot live outside. Even with shelter or water. It's just awful to even think about it. And then she came to us pregnant, and no one knew it. Her baby Loco was born as a total surprise, and I feel we rescued him too. What would have happened if she'd gone into labor outside rather than in our warm home? I can't even imagine.

And then there's Buddy. Walt really missed having a bigger dog, and we visited the no-kill shelter. There he was, and we knew he had to come home with us.

So here I am in this room......about to embark on a two month journey with these dogs....walking them several times a day in a very questionable neighborhood....but I love them, and can't imagine giving them away just because of this temporary situation. They are worth it....even though I am scared to death.

Our kitties are at each end of the life spectrum. Kitty Kitty is nearing the end of her life as she's over 12 years old. Roscoe came to us last year when we were living in this very hotel. I just love orange kitties, and when I saw him, that's all it took.

These are our friends and kids. When NO ONE else cares about us, they are here....and they need us....but I think we need them more than they need us.

We are going to have to make a decision about Dack as he's not doing well, and I hope that this decision can wait until Walt gets back to get us. Loco is going to live with Sarah....and I've known this since she came to visit and has always said, "that's my dog." I'm just glad we can make that really come true.

Everyone else, they are staying no matter what. Walt is so good about cleaning up their messes outside....I hope I can manage it as well. I HAVE to make it work, and we'll find a home for all of us to live.....

For those who don't understand it, that's fine....but PLEASE respect us for loving them, and for making the necessary sacrifices for them
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God has given us the gift of a pet's love.....