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Hopalong:
Tomorrow is the anniversary of me adopting Pooch five years ago.
I don't know how I would have gotten through those years without her.

Or you.

Feeling so grateful for my friends this morning; just wanted to say so.

Thank you, from my heart.

And....this thread is for anything anybody feels like saying any time about animals!

xxoo
Hops

lighter:
Hops:

I remember when you rescued your pooch, and she rescued you.....
walks through town, and friendly encounters with like minded pet lovers. 

Comforting snuggle sessions.

I'm praying you enjoy many years to come with your dog pal.

Lighter

Hopalong:
Thanks, (((Lighter))).

She reminds me of the 60s Steve Miller song:
If you can't be with the one you love, honey, love the one you're with.

And love her I DO.

If I'm gonna be another old lady batty for her pet, into which she pours all her affection...

I can live with that.

xo
Hops

Twoapenny:
Happy Anniversary, Hops and Pooch!  Our cat, as mad as she is, has given me some much needed snuggles over the years.  She has also driven me mad releasing live mice (amongst other things) into the house at three in the morning and then chasing them about as well as her little terms of affection, like nipping my ankles when I get out of the shower and walking across my head when I'm in bed asleep but I love her to bits and wouldn't be without her :) xx

Hopalong:
Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

I had a wonderful little kitty once, half Siamese and half calico. Gorgeous. Dove gray and soft orange patterned fur...so lovely I've painted two kitchens to match her. (Even my current house follows her palette...warm light gray walls plus, in the kitchen, a funny soft-apricot-crossed-with-oh I don't know, sandstone kind of color.) She lives on in my fondness for that color combo.

She was very small. Used to aim herself between my heavy chenille bedspread and the blanket underneath and leap from the floor into a perfect curled up spot in the exact middle of my bed. It always made me laugh, because she'd form this perfectly-centered lump that looked as though it'd grown out of the mattress...not one single wrinkle from the channel she'd "swum" up through.

I'd sneak up to the bed and press gently with both hands on the mysterious lump. And I'd get a somewhat-Siamese protest.....mrowww, coming from under the spread.... Not a very serious objection but it made me laugh so much.

I'm sure I've told that kitty tale here before. Can you imagine how repetitive I'll get here when I'm REALLY old?

I'm so glad you have your crazy/silly/cuddly kitty going with you. Her adaptation is going to remind you. We're all just creatures here. We need peaceful shelter, something to eat, pack mates, and cuddles. You're going to have all that, and life will be so much better there overall.

hugs
Hops

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