You Can Have Anything You Want
At Harmony Farm Kennel And Lamb, located at Monte Lake, BC we love all animals, dogs, pups, cats and kittens, sheeps, lambs, llamas, chickens, horses, you name it we love them all! All dogs are welcome here of course and we do all that we can to povide a wonderful kennel vacation. In fact, we have a valid reputation for going above and beyond for all the animals in our care no matter their age, breed or condition. I find there is something special in every animal, cats included and this blog is for the many special farm felines in my barns and in my life. Since the age of 2, I have always had a special kitten or pup, or both, in my life. They have special priveledges of course. They can sun at my feet and stretch on my lap, take the lion's share of any seat, purr in my ear keeping me awake in the wee hours, they can lounge anywhere they want and well, they have me pretty well trained. My cats have all lived to an ancient age, have the run of the barns as well as the house and my all time most ancient beauty was Moma. She was a multi coloured part persian stubby and she was what I called my “healer”. She reminded me how to luxuriate and be a pleasure sponge whenever possible. She followed me everywhere tending to all the animals, throughout the property and barns like a best friend. When I broke my neck she made it her life's mission to stay directly next to my neck and I just knew she was elemental in my healing. Whenever I had an upset stomach she would be right there, any aches or pain, I could always count on Moma to help me feel better and get back on my feet. I loved her dearly and owed her everything she could possibly want in her retirement.
About age 20 she became hyper thyroid. Within a year all that was left of Moma was her beautiful skin, hair and bones. She survived until her 23rd summer and all the while, I had a smorgasboard layed out for her always and she could have anything she wanted as long as I could keep her eating. Her metabolism made her ravenous 24/7 as she slowly wasted away. I cooked her food, gave her every kind of kibble, raw meats, canned and fresh tuna or salmon, sardines, fresh liver, steak, you name it, she could have it. One day Gerry was with me shopping (a rare occurence I assure you) and we were cruising in a pet food store browsing all the kitty delicacies. Intently seeking that extra special food for Moma, no matter the cost, I quietly asked Gerry, “If I ever get to this place in my old age, will you do this for me?” He gentley reached over to give me a big loving hug and whispered in my ear, “Patricia, if you ever get like Moma when you are ancient, you can have any kind of catfood you want.” Bursting out in laughter, if I could have seen through my flash flood of funny tears, I swear I would have hit him! Being careful to keep his distance, beet red wet faces, just then we both reached for the same tin of exciting newly featured organic extravagance for our Moma!
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