I remember our first cat, Popcorn, from my early childhood. My family had to move from the East coast to the West coast. Popcorn was an older cat. All orange with just a little white under her chin. And over weight, of course. We did not lose her by death but my parents decided she would not make the trip well so we had to give her away. I was too take her to her new home down the street. Now, I was only 9 yrs. old and the youngest in the family. So, I did as directed, tearfully and full of anger. I didn't want to move again and especially without POPCORN!! My first of many animal losses to come.
I later learned that Popcorn did as cats will do, went back to her old home, (where we used to live), and sat on the porch waiting for our return for months to come. Bless her lonely heart. I hope to see her in Heaven.
Poco was 2 years old when I got her. She was a sweet dauxy beagle and knew all her commands in Spanish because her previous owner was a Spanish teacher. So, my first task, besides bonding and…Continue