For the love of

As mentioned in many a blog, I am a nurturer. It is something that comes naturally to me, more often than not, to my detriment.

For the last while, I have been trying to teach myself to channel that ‘giving’ nature into safe arenas – undamaged people, charities, animals.

So, so many animals.

It’s an odd thing though. Having grown up on a farm you would think that I know much about furry creatures.

So not. I must have been asleep when that lesson was supposedly being learnt.

Having lived in a flat for quite a while, I limited my fur ownership to cats. One of the most grumpy ginger cats you have ever tried to scratch (seriously – she growls) and one of the most lovable grey kitties to ever stalk the earth.


Very content – I fully classified myself as ‘a cat person’. Well on my way to becoming ‘that crazy cat spinster type lady that lives in flat 2B’.

But life happens. I moved a few times. I inherited a bird.  Then a worm farm. All the while still doing my ‘crazy cat lady’ thing.

Until the nurturing side of me was just about bursting. I needed something, and this is the rub, something needy. That is an inherent problem with people who are nurturers. We seek out the needy because they validate us to a degree.

So I got dogs. Completely spur of the moment. One day I had a bird, a worm farm and 2 cats. The next day I had adopted Muffin the Precious and a month later, Blossom the Cherished.



Now I classify myself as the ‘crazy spinster type lady with the menagerie’ and I couldn’t be happier.

The vast amount of joy, happiness, love that these two needy little souls have added to my life in the last year is staggering. And I can never thank them, if thanking dogs was a thing, enough.

I still have misery cat and happy cat, still have red canary and the worm farm ‘Borg’. Add in a few more canaries and finches and that’s me. I love them all and I will do everything in my power to make them happy and have good, full lives.

But the puppies. The puppies fill a part of my nature that is so often destructive.

I cannot fathom why I never got them sooner.

Perhaps these specific two were waiting for me. Or I for them.

Muffin the Precious and Blossom the Cherished.

both puppies

They taught me the greatest thing of all. Family is not the same for everyone.

Your thoughts are always most welcome.

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