When I bought my house, it was only going to be me living there. I was looking forward to being independent with no responsibilities but to myself. But when my sister and her husband bought a male Pomeranian dog, I started thinking about getting myself a little Pomeranian dog for myself. My sister took the bull by the horns and started looking through the classifieds for people selling Pomeranian puppies. She found a listing and called. The next thing I know, she and I are driving to see some Pomeranian puppies.
So after about a 30 minute drive we find the owner's home. We knock and are allowed in. The woman we spoke to was adamant that the puppies she was selling were to only be pets, even though she was breeding show quality dogs. I assured her that the dog was only going to be a pet as I had no interest in having show dogs. As I remember, 8 puppies came out of another room in the owner's house. One of the puppies made a beeline to me and started chewing on my shoelaces. I took it for a sign and said I had to have her. I gave the woman a deposit for the dog, and the puppies hadn't been weaned from the mother yet, we were going to have to wait for about 2 more weeks to go back to pick her up. I live a couple hours away from my sister, so my sister and her husband went to get the dog and pay the balance owed, with the plan that I would drive down at my first opportunity to get the dog and reimburse my brother-in-law for the money they'd spent to get the dog. So 2 weeks later I drove down on the weekend to get the dog. By this time I'd made a deal to take 1 of my sister's 3 cats, too. I had my misgivings before I'd even left my sister's place about taking the dog. They'd named her ('Payton'), and she'd obviously become pals with their male Pomeranian. Even with how I felt, I figured I should take the dog home with me, which is what I did (with their female Persian calico, Jellybean).
Within days of bringing the dog (and cat) home, I knew that this situation wasn't going to work. I was working rotating shifts, and even though they were 8 hours I didn't think I was home enough to give the dog the attention it needed. Also, the dog wasn't housebroken yet, and I didn't know how I was going to do that with my work schedule. So I called my sister and told her how I felt. Oh was she mad at me! I can't remember everything she said, but none of it was very nice. I couldn't get a word in edgewise, so I hung up on her. Within a minute my brother-in-law called me. He asked me what was going on. I told him that it was a mistake to have taken the dog, that she was happy at their house and had already become pals with their male Pomeranian, Buddy. I asked them if they'd take the dog back and I said that I wouldn't ask for my money back, that they could just have the dog. So my brother-in-law talked to my sister and we worked out a deal where I'd trade them the dog for another one of their cats, Bradee. I agreed, so we made arrangements to exchange the pets at the halfway point between the distance between us. So the day came, I drove to the agreed upon meeting point and we exchanged pets. I drove home shortly after the exchange, and I didn't know what was in store for me at the time. I hadn't ever had a pet before and didn't know what it was going to be like.
Jellybean, the female calico Persian, had to be put down 5 years after I'd gotten her. She was 12 and had had health issues since my sister had had her. I was really sad, but I knew when I went home I still had Bradee. 19 years later (13 with me), and I just had to have her put down due to a major decline in her health and quality of life. It's been hard because I'd had her for a very long time...I have all kinds of fond memories of her, of both cats. In the beginning, I'd been reluctant to take the cats from my sister, but in the end I'm glad I did. They were good company, and I grew to love them very much.
I'm not ready to have another cat right now, but I'm sure at some point I'll get another, or maybe 2.
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