At an early age, I had a dog, "Brisco" was her name. Then followed "Betty," a black and white goat. She (Betty) was my first responsibility at age 7. I was expected to release her each morning and take her to the area she can eat her grass and rest and get sunshine :-)....having water seemed to be the least of her concern. As she had the early morning grass covered with night dew.

Since I grew with none of my siblings, these creatures were my daily companion, under the watchful eyes of my grandmother.Then, strangely, a cat joined my happy nature circle. Through hurricanes and all, we grew together. Each seemingly quite aware of the other's love.

Death would cause separation, but the happy memories and love for these creatures only grew fonder.