There are two beautiful dogs out here, who give that kind of love that only a pet can give. I know this love well... When I was allowed to start over one of the first things that crossed my mind was a panic-inducing need to hold my cats again, making sure they were safe and in my arms. I don't have any children... and the concern I feel over the safety of a few animals makes me think I'd go into a permanent coma from worry the moment my child was born.
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| Pictured: the reason I am terrified to have children. |
Animal instinct I believe stays largely with the animals. There are a few people out there with good instincts, but animals can sense things so much quicker than we can... From the character of a person, to incoming danger. Not a day around the world goes by where you don't hear a "fluff" news piece of some animal saving a life. There's a good reason for that: they are better at it than we are, it is their full-time job. Don't get me wrong... I'm not saying my cat could drag me out of a fire... that's a canine thing. However, I do believe they could, and would warn me of incoming danger, or intercept that danger to buy me some time.
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| which one would you like to pet? |
I have already lost a pet to the protection of human life... long before I was old enough to understand just how heroic my animals actions were. I was probably about seven or eight years old when it happened, thankfully I never witnessed my injured cat... I was scarred enough without seeing to know to this day exactly what was going on when I heard my cat had died. Near to our house growing up was a violent dog with behaviour issues; I should take the time here to mention I believe behaviour issues lie always in the hand of the dogs environment when being raised, and not inherent in breed. This dog was in the back of a pickup, but not properly secured to it, when it saw some children get too close and decided to attack. My cat was either in the wrong place at the wrong time, or it knew that this was his moment... I like to think it was the latter. Anyways, Mouser proceeds to walk between point A (the dog) and point B (the kids) and averted attention from the children making itself the new target. He died in the days that followed. I will always remember you Mouser... I'm sure my mom looked ridiculous keeping you in the stroller when we went shopping. You were that amazing of a cat. Letting my sisters dress you up, coming along on walks, even if you were out playing in the woods you would come when you were called. pretty amazing for a cat.
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| Do it. I Double Dog Dare you. |
... and if that's not incentive enough you will get them for dirt cheap compared to private sellers! ;)
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(For those curious about all the details I remember when I had heard my cat died... It was the afternoon and it was sunny out, our PlayStation was still a fairly new toy to us and the TV was against the west facing wall at the time, I was playing the racing game "Car-Toons" with my sister, and was going to play "Croc" when we were done. I was wearing a dinosaur T-Shirt from Drumheller and jeans, my sister was wearing either a pink or yellow sundress. We had just finished eating a plate of Saltine crackers with peanut-butter and jam on them... I could hear my parents talking before so I already knew something was up. My dad had medium length hair, and still wore bigger framed glasses (I guess they weren't quite out of style yet). don't remember what he was wearing.)
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