Our pets are so much more than animals. They become our companions, our comfort, and sometimes one of the biggest reasons to keep going.
Throughout my recovery, my pets have played a huge part in helping me both mentally and physically. On the hardest days, theyâve given me a reason to get out of bed, made me smile when I didnât think I could, and provided unconditional love without ever judging my limitations.
Recovery isnât just about medicine and therapy. Sometimes itâs about a wagging tail, a gentle purr, or simply having someone by your side who makes everything feel a little less overwhelming.
Iâd love to see the pets that have made a difference in your life. Share your favourite photo
I too donât have pets any more (too old) and really miss them. But I wouldnât be able to look after them properly in the state Iâm in now, and donât want to snuff it and leave any behind. I see too many animals in lousy homes.
He doesnât have a name. He has 2 legs but he seems to like standing on one leg. He walks with a limp so fits in well with me & hubby who both have gammy legs
Does your cat with the black nose permanently have its tongue sticking out? They are big blue-eyed fluff balls. Mine is still a kitten, my intrepid travelling, tabby companion Daisy died last year, so Annie has joined me now. Am looking for another tabby as Iâve always had tabby cats throughout my life. I figure I can just manage to herd two cats, nothing like a challenge.
He probably does have a name, he may have just not thought to introduce himself properly, pheasants are notoriously a bit daft; not that there is anything wrong with that. As a child my parents adopted a one-legged seagull. I only remember it from photos.
Watson, the frenchie/pug a âFugâ , he has the cute factor but is a complete hooligan and Mary, Patterdale/Staffy, quite a reactive soul, both rescue dogs. My biggest fear after stroke is for them, as I donât have family or friends who would look after them, I just hope I manage to outlive themâŚthey are both 13 nowâŚthey were my inspiration to keep going and learn to walk again as fast as I could. When I had my stoke I persuaded the local kennel owner to break into my house and take them, good job I was able to speak at the time! They are my life really, the only creatures I speak to on a daily basis.
You can see their personalities in the photo. Mary is thinking, what is this curious device that Susie points at us from time to time? And Watson is thinking, just wait till she puts it down and I get my paws on it.
Iâve posted pictures of my cats before, but Iâm an obsessive cat dad so here they are again. First is EclĂĄir, who passed away last year but who was my rock when I was recovering after my TIA. I still miss her. Then Poppy, who really is not normal, and Whisper who devotes his life to looking magnificent and running away from things.
Does he get served up a nice dinner every night? not the husband the pheasant 
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sticking out? They are big blue-eyed fluff balls. Mine is still a kitten, my intrepid travelling, tabby companion Daisy died last year, so Annie has joined me now. Am looking for another tabby as Iâve always had tabby cats 
throughout my life. I figure I can just manage to herd two cats, nothing like a challenge.
