Best Things In {My} Life #3

I was never an animal person. I just wasn’t.

The only reason we got Fella was because an apartment I shared with my sister had mice.

It worked like a charm and within a week there were no more mice.

But then I grew to love him.


He was unlike any cat I had ever met.

He was a people cat. He gave hugs and would stroke your face. And he didn’t hang around only when he wanted something.

I decided that I still wasn’t an animal person, just a cat person.

And then we adopted Izabella.


And the first few weeks I was unsure of her. I was kinda scared of her too.

I mean she is a pitbull and pitbulls have a bad reputation.

I thought that at any moment she would attack me and trust me when I say that the first few weeks I stayed away unless I had to be around her.

Because of this Sean and Izy bonded way quicker than we did.

One day I got home from work and Izy was going crazy. I freaked out and told Sean, OMG! Our dog is possessed! He looked at me like I was an alien and said, “No, she is just happy to see you.” I responded with, “Goodness, what is she going to do when she isn’t happy to see me.”

And although, I tried to keep my distance she would follow me everywhere I would go. Lick me. Wag her tail when I looked at her and I realized that she already loved me and wanted me to love her.

And love her I do. Not sure the moment I decided that she was my baby but one day I was no longer afraid of her. I wasn’t afraid to hug her. I wasn’t afraid to pet her. I wasn’t afraid.

Now I am not only a cat person but a dog person and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Fella and Izy, you certainly make the list of the best things in life.