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How is it my friends, that pets touch our lives so deeply?
May 24, 2018

When I wrote my book, A Singular Love: Diary of a Marriage, I described the book’s content by using the following words on the bottom of the cover:  Courtship, Marriage, Children, Family, Friends, Cats…. (And all the places along the way).  In our lives, our cats were simply too much a part of it to be left out. As I say in the book’s Introduction, I have a story to tell to tell you” and it is one that was not included in the book.

When you write a book, one of the good things that happen to you is you meet a variety of interesting and talented people. In my case two of those people are Jan and Steve Kanaba of Media People International whose technical help in getting my manuscript in “print ready” form was invaluable. Jan and Steve have since become good friends and along with their friendship, I have also gotten to know their dog, Lizzie.

Lizzie was indeed an early 2012 Christmas present because there she was in their yard on December 23rd 2012. Their vet’s best guess was that Lizzie was about two years old and part Doberman, Shepherd, and Labrador. She is indeed a “big girl’. Months and months had passed when she came to the back door after playing in their fenced yard. She was foaming at the mouth and her coat covered with dirt from thrashing on the ground. They did not know it the time but she had had an epileptic seizure. And Jan and Steve have dealt with that condition with heartfelt affection. When Lizzie is at her best the three of them howl together. Thank God they live out in the middle of a desert.

Lizzy accompanies them wherever they go and has become a part of their family.  A week or so ago, we had to cancel a lunch date because Lizzie unfortunately had a seizure. Lizzie has surely touched their hearts as has my cat Misty touched mine. Pet owners do tend to treat their pets as their children. We are Mom and Dad to them and they are our babies to us. Do we love them like our children?  Probably not but it seems to me it is pretty close to that.

Misty came to me courtesy of my sister-in-law Susan. Susan is quite a cat lover and Misty belonged to one of her neighbors. They let her go outside and Misty would keep running away. She would visit Susan’s yard and Susan would trap her and return her to her owners. On the third or fourth time she returned the cat they said, “Why don’t you just keep her! Susan did but, as it turned out, she did not see a lot of her because Misty did not like being around the six other cats that Susan had. She was with Susan for about twelve years when she began licking or rubbing the fur off of her face. Susan took her to the vet and the diagnosis was anxiety.

I had lost my cat CC about a year before this happened and Susan called and asked if I would like to have Misty. Being the kind, caring, animal loving human that I am I took Misty in. In about two weeks I became her human. I explained to Susan that she had finally found a good home and great human to live with: And beside all of that there were no other cats to be seen in my house. We bonded well together and Misty is now 17 going on 18 and not long ago she gave me quite a scare.

My friends, Julia and Antonio, had come to clean my house. I say friends because that is indeed what we have become in the three years that they have visited me. And trust me, they are cleaners par excellence. After four hours or so of their work, the house, which is only a two bedroom condo, simply shines. I made sure Misty was in the guest bedroom and told Julia and Antonio that they really didn’t even need to go in there. They started doing their job and I came and went doing various errands and shopping.

They had arrived here at 8am and were finished a little after noontime. House cleaning and vacuuming is of course trauma time for every cat I have ever known and Misty was no exception. Once they had left, I opened the bedroom door and told Misty that it “was safe to come out now”. I didn’t see her and presumed she had gotten under the bed.  She didn’t come out and that didn’t bother me because I simply figured she was still in a snit after having her serenity so rudely interrupted.

I went about my business and about two or thirty in the afternoon I called her again but still no Misty. At three thirty I put the stereo on to listen to music and part of that routine is Misty showing up to be petted. No Misty!  I went into the bedroom and looked under the bed. No Misty! I was bedside myself with worry. She must have gotten out!  She would be helpless out there. I got out my walker (at the time I needed to use a walker whenever I went very far) and began walking and calling her name as I walked around the perimeter of the condo’s four buildings. It was, as it usually is in these circumstances, a hopeless endeavor. No sign of Misty anywhere.

I returned to my unit, poured myself a scotch and, in total despair, sat down on the couch. As I sat there believing that I would never see Misty again, I sensed some movement near my feet, looked down on there she was! And I, the presumptive stoic male, burst into tears of sheer joy.

And that, my friends, is how they touch our hearts.

William A. Faust   William A. Faust
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