I think there are tiers of pets as you grow up. There are the ones that you are too young to remember that well and don’t really remember mourning their loss, the ones that come and go without putting those soul roots down in your heart, the ones that happen when you leave home and while you love them… they are more like your replacements and your parents answer to empty nest, and then there are your pets. Your childhood friends and constant companions, the ones that will always be remembered and never be replaced. I guess as I think back on my childhood there are only three real animals that fall into this category.

First, there was Maggie. Click To Continue Reading…