Our Own Incredible Journey
From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Me and My Dog
By Linda Newton

The language of friendship is not words but meanings.
~Henry David Thoreau

Soon after we moved to a remote parcel of land in the Sierra foothills that hadn’t been built on for miles around, we brought in two feral cats, Nosey and Quincy, to keep down the critter population. We had never been cat owners before, and I feared it would be a challenge for our aging Terrier, Lacy, but she became their best friend right from the start. She let them drink from her water bowl, sleep on her dog bed, and I even watched her licking cat food from their fur a time or two. The three amigos formed quite a bond.

As Lacy continued to age, her cat friends stayed close. When we drove up our long driveway coming home from work, Lacy would hobble to greet us, trailed by the cats, even when her arthritis made it hard for her to get off the porch. As her condition worsened, we spent a lot of time at the vet’s office trying to find the right medication to ease her pain. (Keep reading)