The first was a box turtle named Ben, and then there was our family parakeet that lived 17 years. He was the family member we’d all talk to when no one else would listen. My daughter and I wrapped our tabby in a soft towel, she held him as I drove to the veterinarian. The veterinarian was also a Vietnam era vet, and had a presence that instantly made you feel like everything was going to be okay. But that day we took our tabby home wrapped in the same soft towel, and buried him under the live oak that he loved to climb. The pets in my life have given me so much unconditional love, a life lesson I’m still trying to learn, how about you?
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