Turned out we were wrong. Our mother was the one who enjoyed the aquarium and
when they were ready to sell the house and move into an apartment, one consideration
was there needed to be a special place for the fish.
One Christmas a friend’s brother and I ignored conventional
wisdom and got her a kitten. We thought
we knew best and that once she saw it she would realize it was just what she really
wanted.
Turned out we were wrong.
She was quite happy with the cardboard cut-out of a cat we got as a
replacement. It only requires dusting occasionally.
Ruth and Elaine were two sisters who grew up in the house
next to my two-flat in Chicago. They
both were executive assistants at important firms in the Loop, took advantage
of the city, loved to travel, read, garden, spend time at the pool. Neither of them ever talked about wanting a
pet, so when a stray dog chose their back door as a place to rest, I figured that being
the kindhearted people they were, they would care for it while they waited for
Animal Control.
Turned out I was wrong.
“Jenny” lived with them for more than a decade and has been followed by
others, leading up to Zoe who is today’s faithful companion to the one sister
still in the house.
There are many summary remarks I could make given the title
and topic, but I will close with this. These stories came to mind because Saturday would have been Dad’s 98th birthday,
because one friend struggles with the health challenges of her cat, and because
a colleague was suddenly presented with the heartbreaking necessity of saying
goodbye to her 4-legged family member.
If you are an animal person, you know they joy they bring to our lives. If you never have been, perhaps you would
like to reconsider. It could turn out
you have been wrong. Marilyn
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