SENSITIVITY

QUOTE OF THE DAY:  "Until you have loved an animal, part of your soul will have remained dormant."  Anatole France, French poet, journalist, & novelist

TODAY IS:  National Day of Hope


Our pets are so in tune to our moods that I swear, that even though they can't speak our language, they understand everything we do and say.  Really, they do.  How does Daisy know I'm a bit ticked off at Don but Don doesn't even have a clue?  He'll look at me and ask, "Is something wrong?"  Well, yeah.

Don and I had a spat the other night.  We raised our voices a bit.  Our pets wanted no part of it.  Mickey and Minnie ran and hid.  Daisy cowered and thought it was her fault.  Don and I do just about anything we can to avoid a disagreement.  It upsets the kids!

I think our pets actually read our moods.  They can sense when we're sad, ill, tired, or happy.

A while ago I overdid it on the yard work.  (I was working in full Florida sun.)  I was feeling dizzy, weak, and nauseous, and I couldn't catch my breath.  Don sat with me on the settee, and Daisy put her head on my knees, and then she took off running.

Our sweet Daisy came back to me and dropped her favorite toy on my lap.  It was such a beautiful gesture because Daisy will NOT give up her toys without a fight.

I had a string of bad headaches and migraines for a couple of weeks.  Add to that big allergy problems, and I wasn't the most congenial person around.  How Don put up with me is another story, but our pets were real troopers.

Daisy was more sensitive to my moods than ever.  Minnie laid near me on the sofa.  This was huge because, although Minnie is a little angel, her affection is not given lightly.  Mickey rubbed against me and purred so loud that I thought my neighbors heard him.

Pay attention to your pets and note how they react to your moods.  You'll find they are a lot more understanding of us, and they can "read" us a lot better, than we can read them.

P.S.  I received the news yesterday that one of my younger brothers was in an ATV accident.  He is in critical condition on a ventilator and dialysis machine.  After my brother, Billy, telephoned me to tell me what happened, I relayed what I knew to Don, who was sitting next to me on the sofa.  Daisy, understanding the tones in my voice, gently came to my other side and laid quietly next to me.  Her sensitivity amazes me.

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