The site is saying that my pictures are too large, so I'll just list them. (The only pic I could post is of my 2 dogs.)
Bella -German Shepherd
Lil Man - Husky/Shepherd mix & Bella's son.
I have 4 cats, but 2 of them were inherited. I couldn't see them going anywhere else, because they're used to the house, and people. I own a duplex, and my mom lived downstairs for 18 years. She passed away a little over a year ago, so I took in her cats because I know that's what she would have wanted. Anyhow, let's continue the list. lol
Pickle - my cat that I paid $25 for
Echo - rescued kitten that was thrown out of moving truck while still in a box. She was about 5 weeks old, and is now 2 years old.
Cali - Inherited cat, but is also a rescue. A little girl couldn't keep her, so my mom took her in, then I got her.
Eastwood - Inherited cat, but another rescue. He was abandoned in a downtown parking structure as a kitten, and will have life long problems because of it.
Bumble - Ball python. He was a Christmas gift, which is how he got the name.
Honeybuns - A bunny that was a gift from my daughter. I'm allergic to something on rabbits, guessing the urine, so my daughter has to care for her.
This is actually the least amount of pets that I've had. I've bottle fed dumped kittens for years, keeping a warming lamp well above them, feeding every 2 hours, and everything else that's gets them healthy, and into a happy home. I haven't had to do that in a few years, so I kinda miss it.
My daughter used to have many rabbits. There were 2 momma bunnies that didn't take are of their babies, so they had to be bottle fed as well. Some of the babies made, but some didn't. My favorite as a little guy I named Trooper. He weighed only a couple of ounces, was the smallest of the litter, and it was obvious that he wasn't going to make it. I'd coax him to eat, stimulate him to breathe, and held him constantly to keep him warm. He was smaller than a field mouse, and still naked from birth. There were times I thought he was going to die, but then he would start fighting and be better for a bit. He certainly wasn't going to give up easily. One day I was in the living room holding, and massaging him, and he stopped breathing. I tried to do what I could, but there was no coming back. I have never cried over the loss of a rabbit until that day. I'm not really a rabbit person due to the allergies, but being so young, Trooper didn't bother me in the least, but he did steal my heart. ❤
has a story how they have saved me from falling or just be my legs for a day. All my beautiful furry, feathered angels are here to help us grow and live with what ever our illness. They are always by my side & always add a giggle for the day! 
