The First Time, Ever I Saw Your Face…….Ah, the tune Roberta Flack used to sing. For some reason that song was going through my head today and I started remembering the first time I saw members of my 4 legged family. Below are just a few….
Pookie was the first animal pal who came into my life when I was almost 40 years old, as I didn’t have any pets growing up. I agreed to watch her over a weekend while friends moved, and 8 years later I took her in for her final vet visit. Pookie was my first teacher about animals, and cats in particular.
I was volunteering at an animal shelter where Raven happened to be. I took him into a room to play with him and the rest is history. I left the room to talk to the staff about adopting Rave, and I remember him sitting by the window, watching me, waiting and knowing I was coming back for him.
What I didn’t learn about cats from Pookie, I learned from Scheisters. When I saw him at the humane society, he was just the sweetest little thing, loved to cuddle and play games. I named him Gus and took him home. Within 24 hours of being at home his true personality came out, and he became Scheisters until his dying day.
Teddy started life out as Tundra, a very overweight, dirty yet happy-go-lucky sweet boy. My first memory of Teddy was walking into the shelter and seeing this little rotund scruffball of a dog, wearing the biggest smile on his face, dragging a little puppy around who had attached himself to Teddy’s tail. Teddy is the one who led me into animal communication.
IamMaxRoper came into our life shortly after Teddy had transitioned. I saw Max’s bio online, and I would sit at the computer, stroking the posted pic with the mouse. When the rescue and I *finally* connected, Max’s days were numbered. We moved heaven and earth to get Max home with us. The first thing I remember about Max is not his handsome face, but how he got his butt stuck in the air over the car seat, tail wagging vehemently, as he tried to follow his new sister, Emmie, into the back end of the car. A definite portent of things to come with Max!
Shiloh is my buddy, the love of my life, my teacher, my soul mate. When I was looking for a horse, I wanted at least a 15 year old, 14 hands, palomino babysitter. What I got instead was a 5 year old, 15+ hand terrified quarter horse/thoroughbred. He was the 13th horse I looked at and I was tired at looking at horses. When I led him into the barn, people told me they hoped that wasn’t the horse I was buying – he had a reputation for rearing and bucking. You can read our complete story in the book Angel Horses. Put simply, Shiloh and I were meant to be together, until death do us part.
What about you? Leave a comment and share your story of “The First Time, Ever I Saw Your Face” about your animal pal!