These Are One Story About A Cat and Two Stories About Dogs. Great Stories.

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People are always getting very attached to their animals and it is easy to do. Sometimes the way they end up in your family it is surprising. They tie theirselfs around your heart and pull the strings tight. They are truly members of the family. The love that surrounds both the human and animal is wonderful to see. With saying this I am posting this and it came from Guidepost in my email. It is three very lovely and touching stories. The site doesn't have any interest titles for both dog and cats together so I choose to put it under life interest so people know why I chose the interest title to put it under. It's almost seven years to the day since I wrapped the limp newborn kitten in a hand towel. The mother, a stray I'd been feeding, had abandoned it on our back doorstep. Taking the vet's advice, we put the kitten on a hot water bottle and tried not to get too attached. By the afternoon, its furry little head was bobbing beneath our touch, and its meows were strong and commanding. We named the kitten Horatio and searched for its mom to see if she might take him back. We found her with five tiny kittens in a nearby dilapidated barn. Carefully, we placed Horatio beside her. Without hesitation, she put her paw around him and licked his head. In time, we found homes for all the kittens and mom cat, too. Of course, we kept Horchow as we call him, all to ourselves. Animals have vast impact on our lives bringing happiness, joy and warmth. The stories in this newsletter are about the beauty and love they share with us. Then Came Ralph ?Kathleen Muldoon, San Antonio, Texas I never believed people who said you could love a pet as much as a family member. Not me. I didn't have any pets growing up, and I didn't want any now. Especially now. I had just started a new job in a new town?San Antonio, Texas?doing the billing for a psychology practice. My boss was nice enough and the job was decent, but so far I still felt unsettled. I'd moved down here from Pittsburgh because I was tired of the cold and because three good friends of mine and their families had made the same move a few years before and loved it. More. The above article originally appeared in the October 2006 issue of Guideposts. A Gardner's Best Friend ?Jo Coleman, Springfield, Vermont Dogs aren't known for gardening, but my Shela loved to help with mine. When I dug with my trowel Shela burrowed her snout into the dirt alongside me. Once when the two of us were out for a country walk, we came upon some violets. Shela barked and jumped for joy. "Guess those are your favorites," I said. When she died, my husband and I buried her in the soil she loved. Neighbors sent flowers and a stone statue of a little dog with angel wings. I put it by the grave. I hope you've found a peaceful garden in heaven, I thought. With lots of purple violets! My own garden was lonely without her, though. For a while I neglected my tending. Then one day I stepped out the back door and gasped. The yard was blanketed with violets! I could imagine Shela running through them, barking and wagging her tail, eager to show them to me. My angel dog. Shela had found plenty of violets in heaven. And an angel had brought them straight to my garden.