I just finished reading John Grogan’s book “Marley & Me: Live and love with the world’s worst dog”. It was a completely charming and wonderful book which for me, captured what life with a dysfunctional pet is like.
Anyone who had ever met Abby I knows what I’m talking about. Difficult from the get-go, at age 6 weeks, Abby I was a terror. Abby I attacked my friend Elaine on the day Abby came home. She attacked my husband, my father, everyone who ever met her. She even attacked the air. She growled, she clawed, she stalked, she refused to be petted. I guess that was the most heartbreaking thing, she hated to be touched.
Kennels would not take her, the vet had to tranquilize her before letting her out of her crate. Once, a burly plumber came and he fled, saying, “I didn’t know you had a mountain lion in there!”
She played ‘catch the acorn’ like Mickey Mantle, she jumped the highest I ever knew a cat could go. She was funny and smart and she waited for me beside the door every time I came in. I guess in her weird way she loved me.
I love her so much and I miss her every day.