by Loree Walden, Marketing Manager, Yavapai Humane Society
There’s a special kind of magic in my home; it all starts with the love of my furry family members.
The warmth of a crackling fire (even if it’s an electric fake fireplace), the scent of freshly baked bread filling the air (not actually happening here), or the sound of my cats purring and my dog letting out a deep sigh of contentment (yes, that happens every day!). This is what makes my apartment a home.
The bond I share with my pets is unlike anything else I ever knew existed. It is true and real and unconditional. My Cassidy Roo, Tigger and Pooh Bear all wait at the door, ready to shower me with love when I come home after a long day.
They all curl up on my lap with me as I watch silly Hallmark movies or game shows. They remind me to appreciate the simple things — like when I take laundry out of the dryer and it’s all warm on my bed, it becomes a “spa treatment” for them. I have to admit, I love curling up in the warmth of it with them!
Every home has a story, and mine is made so real with my furry kids. Cassidy Roo has her “throne” on the bed in my bedroom but also has one in my home office. And Tigger and Pooh always have to be near something of mine. Tigger will sleep on my shoes; Pooh will climb up on my desk as I’m trying to work.
My furry kids just “get” me. They know when I need comfort, pressing against me when I’m sad or simply sitting beside me in a moment when I need them. I can’t tell you how many times Pooh Bear has actually wiped tears from my face.
Their behavior reminds me to be present, to soak in every little moment that makes life so beautiful and meaningful, because they don’t know what we’re going through, the bills that have to be paid, struggles that we go through. They just want to be there for us.
Adopting an animal isn’t just about giving them a place to stay. A home with animals isn’t just lived in, it’s felt in every heartbeat, every paw print and every happy tail wag that turns ordinary days into something special.
