Every time this happens I tell myself that: "No. No more animals. This is too hard." But soon the sadness fades and you start to remember how many times they made you laugh and made you smile. Without animals in my life, getting in the way, tickling me with their whiskers and creating god-awful smells, I would soon become so depressed. I can only hope that they enjoy my company as much as I love theirs.
Loving an animal is different to loving a child. If you choose to have children, there is an automatic bond. You're programmed to love them and they love you. But with an animal, you must spend time earning their trust and respect. With time, I believe they show you genuine affection. Our rats spring to the front of the cage when we get home from work and are always pleased to see us (which is more than you can say for some people!). Many people claim that animals can't possibly feel love, but this is rubbish. How many stories do we hear of dogs waiting by their dead master's grave, or pets refusing to eat once their owner has gone? Even our bearded dragon, Sid, throws a massive strop if he doesn't get enough attention and lodges himself in his tunnel with his back to us. If he could stick his bottom lip out, he would.
So today, we've had a drink to Daisy. The rat which will always be remembered for the best impression of a Moray eel. As soon as something tasty came within two inches of her nose she'd launch herself at it and hang on with all the grim tenacity of a bull terrier. Her sister, Luna, lives on and we all know that Daisy is in ratty heaven, having a fabulous time with all our past creatures (and probably launching herself at passing fingers that happen to smell of something tasty).
So, remember all your past pets. And as long as you can look back and smile, it's ALWAYS got to be worth it.
