A year ago today…Posted: February 5, 2013
By Misaki’s mummy
A year ago today our lives changed: a little bundle of fluff crashed head-first into our hearts and home and turned everything upside down.
I remember sitting in the backseat of the car with her on the way home worrying if we’d done the right thing. Would be able to take care of her? Could we give her everything she needed? Had we thought about this enough? Would she be happy with us?
My family had many pets over the years and from a young age I was taught that they were a big commitment, whether it was a goldfish or a cat, you had to take care of them. You didn’t give them up if they peed on the carpet or chewed your favourite shoes, because pets are family, and like Lilo says ‘family means nobody gets left behind. Or forgotten.’
When I was in my early teens our neighbour’s daughter had a guinea pig, and when they went on holiday I would have to take care of him. When our neighbour got bored of him, my mum adopted him on my behalf. I’d wanted a rabbit for as long as I could remember, but I wasn’t allowed one for fear of it being attacked by foxes and we couldn’t have a house rabbit as we had cats. So instead I got a secondhand guinea pig and the fox issue strangely seemed to disappear then. I looked after him as best I could despite him not being the rabbit I’d always wanted. Sometimes I needed a bit of persuasion when it came to cleaning him out, but I always did it because he became my responsibility, wanted or not.
But this time the bundle of fluff curled up next to me was our responsibility by choice. And she was going to need much more looking after than that guinea pig!
It’s hard to imagine that back then she could fit in my husband’s hands when now he is hard-pressed to even pick her up. We’ve all changed over the past year: we go out less socially and instead our world revolves around walks, training classes and most importantly, her dinner time! We’ve made mistakes, we’ve learnt from some of them and others not so much. My husband still occasionally leaves food on the kitchen counter even though he knows our Fluffball will wolf it down as soon as we turn our backs.
There are times she drives me crazy, like when I’m woken up by a wet nose in the face at 3am, or when she decides to walk over my laptop (all 37 kilos of her!) and somehow deletes whatever I’m working on.
But there is nothing better than putting my key in the front door and have her run towards me tail wagging and tongue hanging from her mouth in excitement. She has us both completely wrapped around her paw and we wouldn’t have it any other way.
Love you my little Fluffmonster. Happy Gotcha day xxx