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Speaking My Mind: What is your pet worth?

My cat is worth a lot to me. He is my first cat for a 45-year-old guy. I saw him at a shelter on the internet and fell in love with him. His name is Cappy. When I first met him he bit me at the shelter, but I still took him home. After a few days, we became the best of friends. That was back in 2005. He is with me all over the house and won’t leave my side even when I am working on the couch with my laptop. Worth of him, there is no price you can put on this little guy. He gives both me and my wife unconditional love and we show that love back to him by playing with him and taking care of him. There are times I think what will happen when he gets old and he is no longer with us, but, I don’t want to think that far down the road. You can not give me any amount of money to get rid of this little guy. My wife and I love him. He is a member of the family. He is also a talker, so he meows to me a lot and I meow back. That’s what my pet is worth to me.

I am privileged to have a furry companion named Pugsley. He is a sassy orange Maine Coon about three years of age. Many pet owners anthropomorphize their animals, and I must admit, I am guilty of this behavior too. While I recognize Pugsley is a cat, I would be lost without him; his mannerisms, his vocalizations, his moods, all these things contribute to his “humanity” and he is far more family than pet. As readers of Yankee Magazine, we were asked what our pet was worth. I say, I can no more put a value on Pugsley than I can on my sister, or my parents, or my lover. When compatible creatures live together, a bond is built that no dollar value can sever. It is without a doubt that I would pay anything and go to any length to preserve his life as I would my own. Here’s to all the Pugsleys.

What’s my pet worth to me? Everything. Plain and simple. There isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do or give to that dog. She’s happy to see me no matter what I look like or how grumpy I am. Nothing can make you forget your problems as fast as a dog wanting to play catch with her favorite toy. I know some people think I’m crazy for loving my dog as much as I do, but I think they are even crazier than I am for not opening up their hearts to an animal and allowing themselves to be loved unconditionally. My life is definitely a case of “love me, love my dog”.

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Updated Friday, October 5th, 2007

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