First of all I have to thank you for all your help and good wishes. For the first time since I lost Reid I don't feel afraid.
As many of you know I have a cat named Pixie. She was my late Mom's cat and my brother Mike and I refused to let Mom call her Snickerdoodles. After Mom died Pixie became my cat. Recently I became aware of the term emotional support animal. Since then Pixie and I have been locked in a dispute on which one of us is the emotional support animal of whom.
Since Reid passed away it has just been the two of us. There is little argument as to who rules the roost here. Hint it isn't me. Who gets fed before Mom gets her morning coffee?
I would define an emotional support animal as an animal who is essential to a human's emotional well being. Pixie certainly keeps me sane when she isn't driving me nuts of course. Without Reid I would be by myself and very lonely. When Pixie is cuddled next to me I have tangible proof of love.
Having Pixie has taught me that certain things people believe about cats need a disclaimer. For example cats are clean and certainly lick themselves clean all the time as hairballs are proof of. They also scatter litter everywhere. I swear there is more litter on the floor and bed then in the litterbox. Don't even get me started about the mess around her food bowl.
This brings me to a modest proposal why don't we start a program where kittens and puppies that aren't wanted are gifted to people who are now alone so they have a companion to give them some love and make their days less lonely.
Pixie is my helper while I knit. Actually it is called trying to get her off of the skein of yarn and knitting over her head. I have scarves for sale over at Facebook. Look for the painter cat avatar. Also if you are looking for gifts I have artwork and photography at Fine Arts America at https://fineartamerica.com/profiles/1-michele-wilson. I get paid through my PayPal at michelewilson327 @ gmail.com.
Now this is your turn to tell us about your emotional support animals.