Zeke eventually grew on me, but I'm a little ashamed to say that I've always loved the Puddin' just a little bit more. I saw myself as her protector. Zeke ate her food and poop at every chance, and I policed the house like a Mexican border town. I tried my best to give Zeke a fair shake, but it wasn't easy for me.
This past August, just a few days before my birthday, the Puddin' got sick. A few days later, the time came for her final vet visit. It was not the birthday I had envisioned, but I knew it was the right thing to do. When I shared the story of our Puddin's passing with a few friends, they asked, "So, when are you going to get another?" or "Visit the shelter", with that knowing look.
It seems that it's much easier to replace a pet. We would never consider replacing our child, but somehow, it's acceptable with pets. Having two, completely opposite pets was like having two more kids. I do miss the Puddin'. A lot. Then I tell myself, there's always Zeke...
This past August, just a few days before my birthday, the Puddin' got sick. A few days later, the time came for her final vet visit. It was not the birthday I had envisioned, but I knew it was the right thing to do. When I shared the story of our Puddin's passing with a few friends, they asked, "So, when are you going to get another?" or "Visit the shelter", with that knowing look.
It seems that it's much easier to replace a pet. We would never consider replacing our child, but somehow, it's acceptable with pets. Having two, completely opposite pets was like having two more kids. I do miss the Puddin'. A lot. Then I tell myself, there's always Zeke...
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