I know it's my emotional time of the month but I have been teary over animal stories lately. First, I watched The Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill and got all weepy over the death of one of the birds. The hawks got him. He was lonely and old and just couldn't escape them. I cried for the poor lonely bird. And the guy who knew all the birds and could hand-feed them had to move and take some of the birds to an Oasis in Arizona. When he went back to visit one a few years later, it was very bittersweet.
Then came the TV movie, Ruffian. I defy anyone not to get choked up when her ankle shattered mid-race and she didn't stop running. The poor girl was in so much pain. Oh My God. I was sobbing for for the last ten minutes.
Today I was reading about a black lab who has a throat injury so he can't wear a collar or anything around his neck. He reminded me of Sam, the lab that belonged to a former landlord who was partially blind and his "sister," Lady, a collie who was deaf. Together they made one heck of a team.
Well, I've got nothing else. Have a good week!