A Life Without Pets

We’re finally settled in our new house and life is beginning to take on something like a routine.

Someone asked me recently if I missed California. I said no, but I miss knowing where everything is. I’m still in the space of not knowing that the grocery store genuinely doesn’t have ginger root or I just haven’t found it. And yes, I asked, but the person didn’t know what it was so again, not sure if that means it isn’t there or…

Another thing that is different here is we have no pets.  I have not NOT had pets since a brief period in 2002.

Since then, I have always had rabbits, dogs, cats, alpacas, guinea pigs or all of the above.  And, by the natural course of things, I’ve gone through painful losses as the animals passed away or had to be rehomed.

I find myself very hesitant to make the commitment again. Because with commitment, there comes heartbreak.

Like with all heartbreaks, it makes you skittish to try again.

And like healing from all types of heartbreak, the time will come when it will be right to try again. Little Sir and I both like animals and we’ll add to our family when the time is right.

Do you have pets? If no, will you in the future? How will you know it’s time?