My head hurt so bad! I carefully rolled over again making the first move in the sitting up process,
A little, rough, wet tongue licked my chin. I focused my half-opened eyes.
Stella, my mostly black Maine coon cat was up as well. Up and sitting so close to my face that I could smell her fishy little breath. Someone had already had breakfast this morning.
Stella was a little over a year old. After mom died and before Abby moved in, the house felt too empty. So, I took the advice of my well-meaning friends and went to the animal shelter to get a rescue dog. No $1,500 AKC pup for me.
I had great plans for that dog and me. We would run together every morning. I would eat a healthy breakfast…no more Mickey D’s breakfast bombs eaten while driving to work.
And then “Fido” (my as yet unnamed dog) and I would run miles together and she would become by best furry friend.
So, last year on the Saturday before Valentine’s Day, I went to the Minneapolis Animal Humane Society. It was a very busy place. A lot of parents with lots of regrets at having bought a pet for their kid at Christmas.
I guess when two people work, it’s hard to raise a loving and well-behaved pet and keep it from destroying the gorgeous house that only two incomes could afford.
End result was a trip to the Humane Society with very little regrets now at giving said pet up. Hey. My gain.
So. It was busy and I had to wait. The incoming/receiving area was packed so the adoption people were helping them out. I was okay with that.
I was day dreaming of Spring and me and my furry friend walking around Lake Nokomis together. No matter how I pleaded, I could never persuade either Abby or Hanah to walk with me on a regular basis. I hated walking alone. Someone was always trying to talk to me.