Today is Dash's eighth birthday and my cat Bugsy's ninth. Dash got carrots, Bugsy will have his favorite canned tuna cat food later on, and I ate the birthday cake.
Those two are my "favorites." I know, a good mom wouldn't have favorites, but Dash is clearly my favorite horse and Bugsy has just been through so much with me. He's the only cat left who moved here with me from Norco; the other two, Miss Kitty and Munchkin, have both gone on to the Rainbow Bridge.
Bugsy is the one who will come when called (well, Max usually does too), who sleeps with me every night (so does Max), and who will fall asleep wrapped in my arms (Max has done that once or twice too). But Bugsy is the one who knows when I'm a bit down and will seek me out and get in my lap and just be there for me. Little Max is not yet two and hasn't achieved Bug's level of sensitivity yet.
Bugsy is the one who, if for whatever reason I could only have ONE of the animals I have now, is the one I would choose.
I hope I will never have to make such a decision because I love all my animals and would live in my car before I'd give any of them up.
Dash is a very close second. I hope when I retire to get one of those humongous living quarters horse trailers, load up Dash and my cats and dogs (Dottie will probably be gone by then and Dawn hopefully sold) and go traveling.
And now, Bugs is in my lap and I need to give him his birthday kisses.
And that's the latest from the Ranch.