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A pet - a loved pet - is a family member. So much so that they become a part of your life. They don't talk, but they listen. They bring you joy, they bring you happiness. Spending time with them is relaxing.
I had all that with Harry. He was a little villain, but he was always there, scampering round the kitchen and family area. He didn't like being picked up and cuddled, but he loved his pats and scratches.
He loved carrots, even though they weren't good for him. It was my morning routine to give him a couple of small carrot sticks, buried under a small pile of lettuce leaves. He was always excited to see me in the morning, as he knew he was going to get his morning feed - he'd dart from one end of his area to the other and back, he'd stretch up to get that first carrot stick from my hand and happily chomp in it while I set up the carrot and lettuce pile. His little nose twitched almost violently when I was feeding him his carrots.
Shopping days were fun, too. The grocery bags often just got dumped in a pile by the kitchen bench, so Harry took to sitting on them and occasionally trying to burrow under them. Getting him off them so I could put them away was a fun task.
But mostly I'll miss the late-night talks with him. He'd come up close and sniff and nuzzle while I'd tell him things I couldn't - can't - tell anyone else. He listened to me when I was down, even though he had no idea what I was saying to him. He just enjoyed the company and the pats.
Farewell, Harry. I'll miss you.
I had all that with Harry. He was a little villain, but he was always there, scampering round the kitchen and family area. He didn't like being picked up and cuddled, but he loved his pats and scratches.
He loved carrots, even though they weren't good for him. It was my morning routine to give him a couple of small carrot sticks, buried under a small pile of lettuce leaves. He was always excited to see me in the morning, as he knew he was going to get his morning feed - he'd dart from one end of his area to the other and back, he'd stretch up to get that first carrot stick from my hand and happily chomp in it while I set up the carrot and lettuce pile. His little nose twitched almost violently when I was feeding him his carrots.
Shopping days were fun, too. The grocery bags often just got dumped in a pile by the kitchen bench, so Harry took to sitting on them and occasionally trying to burrow under them. Getting him off them so I could put them away was a fun task.
But mostly I'll miss the late-night talks with him. He'd come up close and sniff and nuzzle while I'd tell him things I couldn't - can't - tell anyone else. He listened to me when I was down, even though he had no idea what I was saying to him. He just enjoyed the company and the pats.
Farewell, Harry. I'll miss you.
