I’m going to delvge into a little bit of a taboo subject here and hope nobody throws anything at me.
I was talking with a coworker of mine who is childfree like me (although she has 3 dogs, just recently lost one) and we were talking about how much work a pet can be.
Me: I’ve been saying forever, if my cats are this much work I can’t imagine how much work kids would be.
Me: Why what?
Coworker: Why would kids be any more work?
I see the obvious logistics of this. Kids require more attention, more care, and more of just about everything. A cat or dog you can leave at home all day but a kid has to be taken care of by someone at all times. You can just leave food out for a pet but a kid needs their food prepared and cut up or whatever. A kid needs an edjucation, a cat or dog pretty much stays the way they are from birth.
The one thing I wonder if it’s really all that much different is the love and devotion you feel for a child, is it that much different with a pet? Some might say oh but your child is a piece of you but then is adopting a child less somehow?
The worry I’ve had towards my furkids has been torturous at times. When one of them doesn’t come home at night or gets injured, I swear I can feel my heart falling into pieces. The other night I saw a raccoon outside (we have a lot of wild animals) and Pilot didn’t come home when he usually does. I was in a complete state of panic, I couldn’t think straight and I couldn’t calm down. I kept going to the door to call him and I kept looking outside to see if he was at the door waiting. Until he came home I couldn’t rest.
One time Aurora didn’t come home, which absolutely never happens so I knew something was very wrong. Normally she lounges outside on the back or front porch, that’s about all she does. I barely slept that night, I kept getting up to see if she was at the door. I was so worried I thought my heart would stop dead. Before work I decided to go outside and low and behold I saw her in the driveway and she was limping.
When my little boy Keyser was killed by a car I never felt so much pain in my entire life, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t deal with it. When I saw him in the road I fell into a million pieces. It took me forever to come to terms with it and thinking about him still makes me sad.
But when Pilot snuggles up on my chest to take a nap or when Aurora looks at me with those big green eyes the love washes over me. I can’t ever hug them enough or make them happy enough. No matter how much they piss me off or annoy me I can’t help but love them.
Is that really so different?