Father’s Day is a day to celebrate fatherhood. This is the day where we can express our love and gratitude to the fathers in our lives. As an adult, I can look back with fondness on my memories of who my father was and what he meant to me with the perspective of a grown woman, with a family of her own, rather than the perception I had when I was a child.
I have always loved animals. I have never doubted that, never wavered in that love. Growing up, there was always a dog and a couple of cats in the family. I guess I just took our pets for granted, that they were always there, and I never really thought about how that came to be.
Recently, I was conversing with one of my Labradors who was in the car with me. I was driving home from work on the, as usual, traffic congested freeway (yes, I do talk to my dogs while I’m driving), and the thought popped into my head, “Where did my love of animals come from?” The more I thought about it, the more I realized it was my father who brought home our first family pet.