Here are three interesting pet stories:
"As the veterinarian released our dog, Sophie, into Heaven, I held her and whispered, "Please send me signs from Heaven that you are still with me," said Suzka.
A few weeks later, while clearing up after dinner, my husband and I were sharing the joy and love that Sophie gave us. He said, "You were a good mom to her and she loved you."
Just then I accidentally spilled leftover red sauce. My upset instantly turned into tears of happiness!
Sophie's ‘favorite food' had spilled into a perfectly shaped 'red heart' confirming my husband's words.
"Never doubt that our pets are truly 'forever',' said Suzka. "They send us signs to calm our hearts and let us know they will always be with us."
Now, Sonja has two stories for you: "On my 15th birthday which is also Christmas, my father and uncle caught a two-year-old mustang, Stormy, near Death Valley," said Sonja. "They chose the horse because of the white heart on his forehead.
I love horses. So, when I went out to the corral and saw him I was thrilled! I named him Stormy because he was caught during a rare desert snowfall.
That horse was the best birthday/Christmas present I ever had! He was the ‘go to' ride for my mother when she and my father went into the back-country hunting for venison. Stormy could pack out a deer with no trouble, and was willing to do whatever was asked of him. His only drawback, as far as my dad was concerned, was that he never let men ride him, tossing any guy right off! A discerning horse!"
Another one of Sonja's pet stories is about her dog Ben who spotted a young possum making its way towards the fence line bordering a stream!
"This was odd behavior for a possum." said Sonja. "What was it doing out in broad daylight?' Upon seeing Ben, naturally the possum fainted dead away. Ben sniffed it and looked at me with a puzzled expression. Of course, Ben knows how to play dead so maybe he would make the connection?"
As the possum stayed still and Ben sniffed it, Sonja went to the carport and grabbed a clean heavy rag and hurried back.
"The possum was no fool, it was still ‘dead'." said Sonja. "I covered it, carried it, and then as far as I could reach gently placed it through the fence, and covered it with the rag. Ben did not want to leave the possum, but being a good boy he came. Once home, I gave him his favorite treat of chicken for not hurting the little critter.
I like possums which are also referred to as opossums. They are related to the koala and kangaroo and are useful to have around. These furry marsupials are not dangerous to humans and are nature's sanitation engineers keeping the environment clean by eating roaches, rats, snails, mice, small rats, moles and dead animals.
Possums must be nature's most dedicated optimists! After all, they are betting their lives that whatever scared them into a catatonic state will not hurt them as they lay there vulnerable and helpless. Apparently, a possum cannot move once it's ‘fainted', even if it wanted to. Hormones flood their mind keeping them motionless. I wonder if I could do that if a grizzly bear walked up and sniffed me? Food for thought...no pun intended!
A little while later, Ben and I walked back to see if Miss Possum was still there, but she had recovered and waddled away. I hope she sticks around and helps in my garden this spring!"
