Everyone feels benevolent if nothing happens to annoy him at the moment. ~ C.S. Lewis
I can’t remember not having a pet. My folks didn’t believe in inside pets, but I always had an outside cat. My outside cat inevitably became friends with other outside cats. Each year there was a new litter of kittens.
I also had a series of tiny painted turtles from the Five and Dime. I fed them their special turtle food and petted them (which I don’t think they liked much) and gave them a lot of attention but they kept dying. It turns out that adding paint to the backs of otherwise plain turtles, causes their shells to turn soft. No one knew that at the Five and Dime.
The summers were full of additional pet possibilities. I loved to catch crickets and lightning bugs and put them in jars with blades of grass and drops of water in tiny aluminum foil bowls. Sadly, they also failed to flourish.
With the death of each cricket or lightning bug or turtle, I would dig a little hole in the garden, in my pet cemetery, and mark it with a twig. It took a while, but I eventually learned that not all things are meant to be pets.
Henry is a gentle soul. He’s never demanding, never barks, never does anything but love (and sleep). I like that. If only people could be more like that. I don’t know about you, but some folks bother me. Certain types in particular: The Critic, The Arrogant, The Judgmental, The Intolerant, The Pat Answerer, The Gossip, The Nay-Sayer, The…
Well, actually the list is kind of long. It’s grown and flourished over the years as I’ve fed it and nourished it with justification and rationalization and self-righteousness.
It’s taken a while, but I’m learning that not all things are meant to be pets. Every now and then, I have to revisit the pet cemetery and bury some peeves.