Realized today how much I miss furry little animals to pet. This how I realized it … I found myself “petting” the stuffed Monkey (pleepleus) on my desk at work. Odd, I know. But it felt nice to pet him. I guess I didn’t realize how hard it would be to have 4 pets for so long and then within a year’s time, lose all of them.
DH and I have agreed having a house free of pet hair and both be free of pet duties is a good thing. We’ve also agreed that we will NOT get new pets until we move into a bigger house with a bigger yard (read no cats this time but a dog). And I’m fine with it — in theory. But lately I keep finding myself longing for a furry little animal to pet. Is it because I’m lonely? Is it because it is a stress reliever? Or is it just out of habit?
ALL of my life, I have had a pet. This is the first time I have ever been without a pet for more than a month since college. Even in college I had pets back home which I visited regularly (along with my parents of course but this post isn’t about them!).
Anyway, I suppose in the meantime I will have to settle for my stuffed monkey or those moments when we visit others with pets.