RS wrote: ↑4 years ago
OtherSideOfTheTracks wrote: ↑4 years ago
RS wrote: ↑4 years ago
Why won’t you get another one?
I would love to have a Munchkin cat.
I'm 57 now and I hope my kitties will be with me for a little while although I don't think more than three years. Cats live to be old and I don't want to fret about who will care for them if I die. Also, there are soooo many animals/kitties/dogs that need help to find their forever homes. <<<< that's a big factor in the process of rescuing perfectly great cats and dogs from the kill shelter. The intermediate person is key to success for the pet to thrive and ready for a forever home.
Well, I’m 54 (yikes, when in the frick did THAT happen???!!!)
I have parrots that unless they get sick or injured will outlive me. Luckily daughter will take them. She loves them and has more animals than most people and likely always will
Volunteering or fostering is a great thing to do. Problem is getting too attached.
If I had a son or daughter to care for them - I wouldn't hesitate to adopt many more! But I don't have that. I do have in place my Will that will give my animals to my sister with money to care for them. However, she is older than I am and I worry about that if something happened to me today. I had this provision in my Will for over 20 years and my sister has agreed with it.
If I had children though, I wouldn't worry. But, I'm okay with helping animals find their homes. I've done it many times before and yes, it's very hard. But it's a mindset I put myself in. The entire time I'm with a cat that I'm the intermediary or foster mom (in the past) I talk to the cat, like a human, and explain that I'm not her forever mom but the next family will be. I talk to the cat everyday and assure them they will be fine etc. It helps both the cat and me. I'm dead serious - the cat understands what I'm saying. It helps "me" too that they understand. I explain that one day, they will leave me for their forever homes but that I love them forever and am cheering for them....etc. They get it. Every cat I've placed was fine when they met their new mom. I could see it in their eyes. I highly recommend talking to cats like a human. I think God gives them the understanding of language (all language) but they just can't speak it. If speaking with a pure heart - the message is received.
But when I was asked to foster the newborns, I was off my game. They were newborns and their eyes hadn't even opened yet. I was their mama. I fed them bottles every two hours. I bonded like I've never bonded. So I couldn't let them go. Could not. That's how that happened.
I love B&G
