Baby Boomers: New Families?
Once Randy dies, that’s it. No more pets.” That’s what my 64-year-old neighbor told me several months ago. I agreed. Last February I had to put to sleep my Havana Brown feline Carlotta. It was horrific for me and worse for her soulmate black coal feline Jason. I vowed that when Jason, who is 17, passes over, that’s it. No more animal companions. I could not get through pet grief again. Also, I have seen what happens too often to pets when their “parent” dies. Relatives tend to drop them off at the shelter or even let them run loose on the street, despite the legal contract of the will which specified and funded the care instructions. That was that. This summer Randy, an exotic bird, had to be put down because his injury...
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