Speedy, a tortoiseshell with a broken tail in the shape of a boomerang, Kitty (a truly inspired name), a solid black cat whose favorite place in all the land was draped across my mom’s shoulders and Tom (a more inspired name for a male cat there will never be), a mountainous black feline who rebuked gracious and friendly behavior, occasionally consenting to allow us to be in his presence while he lazed in front of a sunny window.
Then came Melissa, my last year of Junior High school. A Chinchilla rabbit, at six weeks old and jet black, she fit in the palm of my hand. Eight years later, as a very adult rabbit, Melissa was a supremely healthy gray bunny who loved Life cereal and anything chocolate. And using Kiska's tail for a warm place to nap. And riding in my bicycle basket. And me. I loved her back just as much.
And if there isn't already a day on the calendar designated as Family Pet Day, there should be. Starting today....with yours!